I don't get hangovers. I know this sounds ridiculous, but its mostly true. It is extremely rare that I feel the after effects of too much prosecco/vodka/pudding wine. I am very lucky. For me there is more the horror of remembering (or in this case, the not remembering) the things I said whilst drunk. This mostly happens at work drinks so my new rule is not to go them anymore. I'm not sure how long this resolve will last. In order to recover from the latest Friday night horror I went to Balthazar for macaroni cheese and a spicy bloody mary, because if anything can make you feel better, its this.
Roti Chai with my sister, who was visiting for a couple of days. We love it there, such delicious Indian food, that is incredibly fresh and non-greasy. My only complaint is that the tables for two are too small for when you try to order everything. My current faves are the chicken samosas and the chili paneer. Obvs you need to finish with the pistachio kulfi.
On moving to London I thought I would go to the theatre constantly. Obviously I have not and so my quarterly (I suppose that's still pretty good) cultural moments seem like a bit of a treat. On the recommendation of everyone, I have finally seen The Book of Mormon.
I know, I go here too much. I can't help it. Still my favourite burgers.
The beautiful bar at Hawksmoor Spitalfields relaunched and whilst I am still not convinced ox cheek is better than short rib, although honestly, I don't think I can tell the difference, I just think I don't like the idea as much, anyway, the french dip lived up to the memory of the original revelation so clearly it is not a problem. The cocktails are as fabulous as ever, as you would expect.