Two varieties of pork dumpling from La Mian, Greenwich Market
It all began one fateful summer’s afternoon as my friend and I traversed London’s sun-drenched South Bank. I was hungover, hungry and happy to be lead, so when my companion suggested we pop into Ping Pong to gorge on some dim sum I was delighted to oblige. Continue reading
You haven’t lived till you’ve had a caipirinha in Brazil. Image by CristinaPessini / CC BY-SA 2.0
The sunny shores of Brazil are where elasticated waistbands were made to be used and abused. Fresh, fried and hearty, Brazilian grub is a veritable feast of sumptuous treats and mouth-watering tipples. So here’s a rundown of the most iconic and downright delicious dishes and drinks you’ll come across in this South American stunner. Continue reading
Whether it’s a rustic medieval town, colourful beach resort or vibrant city there is an undeniable energy to Italy, and its people are at the core. Quiet afternoons in sleepy towns can explode into vivacious nights as the tanned locals take to the streets, cafes and bars to revel each other’s company, and busy cities swell with the cacophony and chaos of gesticulating inhabitants conversing at decibel levels usually reserved for car horns.
Italians embody la dolce vita, placing family, food, coffee and culture – all the good stuff – at the forefront of their lives. I reckon we could all learn a thing or two from our European pals, so with that in mind here’s a few reasons why we should all be more Italian. Continue reading
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There are certain people in this world who could pop a turd in their top pocket and in a week’s time half the population would be walking around with soiled shirts. These people are what we call “cool”. They are the moustache bearing, man-bun sporting, pointy finger nail wearing, large spec, scarf toting trend setters, and I’m pissed off with them. Pissed off because they keep bloody taking shit that us “non-coolies” like and making it cool – thus inevitably ruining it. And when the next big thing comes along they toss it from their crib like a petulant child in “vintage” doc martins, returning it to us plebs cracked, broken and twice as expensive.
In this particular case the subject of my pissed-off-ish-ness is chicken, primarily of the fried variety. Continue reading
Generation Fishcake 