Panda Panda. So good, they named it twice

Pandas. I've always had an affinity for them. Not because they, like me, are Chinese. Definitely not because of this video (although it never fails to make me laugh).

No, whenever I think of Pandas, I think of the days I happily spent in university. Panda, you see, was one of my nicknames.

In my younger and more wayward days, I was often dragged to the uni bar where we partook in various inane drinking games, with the sole intention of leaving as unsteadily as possible. In the process of these aforementioned games, I would get redder and redder, forming strange red patches all over my body. My Chinese genes reacted badly to the alcohol and reminded me of this by making me feel sick and look stupid. Not before long, I would have red patches forming all over my body, as well as around my eyes and I was affectionately christened "Panda".

Approaching Panda Panda for the first time, that was all I could think about, those stupid red patches. Thankfully, not only am I less of a booze hound (ahem), but I appear to be far more tolerant of alcohol in my old(er) age and those red patches are no more. Inside is a simple cafe selling treats from the Orient. With a menu focused around its bánh mì (Vietnamese baguettes) and street snacks, it's cheap and the friendly staff certainly make it cheerful.

Throughout the evening, we witnessed a stream of locals and students (Goldsmiths College is but a mere stroll away), come in, order and leave. The place is primarily a takeaway, although there are a few tables for those who fancy eating in (like me). Each baguette is made to order and as bánh mì go (I am far from an aficionado), I thought they were pretty decent. Filled with pickled veg soused in fish sauce, hints of chilli and filled with pork, a simple but delicious meal.

We also decided to try the fish ball, which unlike many fish balls I have tried, actually still retained some flavour of fish, and the pork noodle salad which was pretty average and probably my least favourite dish of the evening. Desserts of mango sago and tofu fa (soft tofu in sugar syrup, basically) finished us off and we waddled off into the night, just as Panda Panda started getting busy.

I wouldn't call Panda Panda a destination restaurant, but it's a nice little cafe doing their own thing. It's perfectly located as it appears to have a steady flow of service from the nearby university but also saw a nice balance of locals tucking in. It's crazy cheap (nothing is above £3, if I recall) and is well worth a visit if you happen to be in the area. Now when I think of pandas, I have one more memory to add to that list (Oh, and red pandas. As they are definitely the most adorable animals on this planet).

Panda Panda - 8 Deptford Broadway, London SE8 4PA

The original supper club comes to town: Jim Haynes @ Fernandez and Leluu

Last week I was invited to go along to a very special Qype event in conjunction with After Eight. First thing they told me was that, for one night only, they had managed to get their hands on Jim Haynes. Recognisable as the rather debonair man fronting the new After Eight commercials , he is widely known as "the Godfather" of supper clubs. A softly spoken American, he has hosted parties every weekend (bar the weeks of the Edinburgh Festival, of which he is a great fan) for the last 30 years in his Paris apartment. Originating from an impromptu offer to repay his goodwill with food, his supper club continues to sell out every week and has fed over 130,000 people in its time.

The second thing they told me was that this was to be hosted by Fernandez and Leluu. Having met Simon and Uyen at a largely enjoyable wine fuelled evening not so long ago, I was keen to go and visit their supper club. I am rather lazy and am yet to secure a booking, but this was a perfect opportunity to try out their well lauded food and hospitality.

Shying away from a more formal sit down affair, 40 people from Qype and the blogging world mingled and chatted and drank a variety of cocktails made by the rather fantastic barman. I'm a big fan of sitting down, but as Jim says in the adverts, this generates much more of party feel and certainly didn't take long for everyone moving from person to person for a quick chat.

After a short introduction by Simon (Fernandez), the first course was unleashed upon us. With ruthless efficiency, each guest was presented with a plate containing not one, not two, but FIVE delicious bite size dishes. Everything tasted seriously moreish, but highlights for me were the generous chunk of pork terrine on toast and an excellent Summer roll, packed to the brim with pork, prawns, veg and something rather crisp, adding that extra textural dimension.

Almost as efficiently as they were delivered to us, the plates were whisked away and we were free to continue mingling. I thought I would take this opportunity to go and visit the kitchen, and what I discovered really startled me. Instead of the chaos you would associate with having to prepare for 40 people downstairs, it was an oasis of calm. Some of Simon's "team" were relaxing, having some wine, whilst slicing the beef carpaccio that was to be part of our main course. Simon himself was simply pan frying some mushrooms in white wine, a simple but tasty combination. I chatted for a little bit, but was astounded with how calm and how well everything was going. Yes, much can be pre-prepared, but it still takes skill to pull it all together at the last minute. I returned downstairs impressed, but most importantly, eager to devour the mains.

Sure enough, I didn't have to wait long. Once again, small plates were distributed amongst the guests with ruthless efficiency and I steadied my fork to dig in. Ruby red slices of beef accompanied some lightly toasted bread, with those mushrooms and some garlic mash served in its skins. Arguably a smaller portion than the first course, but no less delicious. The beef was excellent, but I really enjoyed the creamy mash and hoovered up my mushrooms.

Our pre-dessert was a few interesting stories from Jim and a Q&A. It is easy to see how his dinner parties became so popular. With the whole room huddled around him, we hung on every word as he explained the birth of his parties, as well as punctuating it with interesting little nuggets of information about himself. A few questions and we were headed into the home straight. No pic of the dessert, but it was based on a bread and butter pudding, crammed with berries, cream and a slug of alcohol. Disappeared in a flash.

And so it came to an end. As people slowly filtered away into the night, it had been quite some evening. I caught up with old friends, whilst making some new ones. I had eaten some excellent food and enjoyed cocktails of the highest order. As I made my way out, I elbow bumped Jim (as "handshakes are so boring") and bid my goodbyes to Simon and Uyen. We may not have been in Paris, but I am sure that we all made Jim feel at home with the vibe that he has been accustomed to for so many years.

Thanks to Qype, After Eight and Fernandez and Leluu for organising such a fantastic evening!

Melbourne: A guide for your stomach

The good people of twitter have give me a list of places to eat in Melbourne as long as my arm (if I wrote in teensy weensy tiny scrawled letters), but unfortunately I will only be in town for 6 whole days and this man can only eat and drink so much.

So, I thought the best thing to do would be try to compile a list from all the emails, messages and scraps of paper I have been given, and get it down in one place. Please feel free to report back on anywhere that I fail to include in any subsequent write up (which will unfortunately be a lot). I trust these people with my appetite:

COFFEE:

- St Ali, South Melbourne – fabulous, and great breakfasts/lunch spot.

- MART: which is at the Middle Park tram stop. Cute place, can sit inside or out overlooking the gum trees. Great coffee, and breakfast/lunch.

- Grocery Bar: On Fitzroy St in St Kilda. A short stroll from the beach.

- Il Fornaio Bakery, near corner of Acland St and Fitzroy St – Italian bakery, but also do great pastas etc for lunch and breakfast/coffee is great. Doughnuts and almond croissants are amazing, but everything is good!

- All the best coffee spots are in the city centre, St Kilda, Albert Park or Fitzroy/Brunswick

- Sugar Dough bakery if you are in Brunswick – great pies, cakes and coffee

- City Centre: Postal Café, Journal, Il Solito Posto, the places on Degraves Street

- Seven Seeds (106 Berkeley St, Carlton)

- Proud Mary (172 Oxford Street, Collingwood)

- Atomica in Fitzroy (268 Brunswick St, Fitzroy VIC 3065)

AREA GUIDE:

City Centre:

- DeGraves street – quintessential Melbourne laneway with lots of shops and coffee shops/sandwich shops. A must do. Jungle Juice is great for coffee and fab sandwiches.

- Melbourne Supper Club – a bit expensive, but very Melbourne Wine bar. Old school.

- The European and The Melbourne Wine bar are all virtually next door to the Melbourne Supper club.

- Izakaya Den is an amazing Japanese place in the city which is getting fab reviews

- Syracuse – Greek influenced meditteranean food. Quintessential Melbourne.

- Shopping at the GPO, funky small shopping centre of the Burke St Mall.

- Double Happiness is a tiny bar. All Melbourne’s best bars are tucked down alleyways. The Gin Palace is another good one – quieter, businessy crowd.

- Longrain has great Thai food – not cheap but good

- Movida, fun for wine and tapas. Very Melbourne place also.

- Matteo's Restaurant, Brunswick street -

- Vue de Monde for the tasting menu but if you can’t do that at least visit the café and get a Cookie du Jour – they use Amedei chocolate and it’s a steal at $2.50.

- POP, Hardware Lane

- Flower Drum, Market Lane - Top notch Cantonese food

Carlton:

- Gerald's Bar (386 Rathdown St, North Carlton)

St Kilda:

- Grocery Bar or Il Fornaio for coffee – Fitzroy St

- Cicciolina’s is one of my fav restaurants. Very casual, but great quality Italian food and wine. It’s on Acland St, but not touristy.

- Stokehouse, Jacka Blvd

South Melbourne:

- St Ali, Dead Man Espresso, Gas – for coffee (and Gas also do good tapas style lunch)

- South Melbourne market – for food and dim sims! – short tram ride either to City centre or the beach.

Albert Park:

- Kamel, Victoria Ave: Coffee and breakfast at Egyptian style place

- Misuzu’s, Victoria Ave: Japanese food, really cute place and lovely food

- Andrews Burgers – trad’l Aussie burgers. Mmmmm, buy and walk down to beach to eat it!

- MART for breakfast – Middle Park

Fitzroy/Collingwood:

- Panama Dining Room, South Street

- Cutler and Co (55 Gertrude Street)

- Farmers Market at Abbotsford Convent, Saturday

Southbank:

- Rockpool - Steak house on the corner of the Crown casino but meant to be good.

South Yarra:

- Brioche: For good bread

Ripponlea:

- Attica - Go for the tasting menu. Really interesting and excellent quality food. Nice staff too.

- Best breakfast ever from Las Chicas just next to Balaclava Station. Good coffee up the road at Batch

SWEET STUFF

- Doughnut vans at Vic market and Footscray pretty traditionally Aussie and worth trying

- Lindt café for macarons. (also try from the chocolate shop in St Kilda and from Café Vue.)

- If you’re in the CBD and looking for hot chocolate I’m told you should go to Chokolait rather than Koko Black.

- Best chocolate shop is Monsieur Truffe on Smith St in Collingwood. Actual chocolates (bon bons) - and good hot chocolate – are best from Ganache in Toorak (off Chapel) near South Yarra train station (same road – walk towards Chapel Street).

- Brunetti's, Lygon street - Cakes galore.

Big thanks go to Carly and Jen (UK based Aussies), SJF (Melbourne blogger), Amy and Pauline (buddies), and Nadia (auntie) for all their help. All the information has been provided by the most knowledgeable Melburnians I know and I am currently doing my best to visit (and report back) on as many as I can.

Public House, no ordinary pub (invite)

I feel bad. It has taken me a good few weeks to write this one up. A few months ago, I was invited to try out Public House, a restaurant cum bar just off Upper Street in Islington. Not really sure what to expect, I was intrigued by some of the flavor combinations that they presented in a press release that they sent and coming from one of the old Loungelover team, I was expecting some decent grub in an elaborate and well thought out setting.

Never has there been a more misleading name for a restaurant. With a name like Public House, I would expect a roaring fire, a drunk local at the bar wearing a hat at a jaunty angle, maybe a dart board but definitely a fruit machine. Public House is as elaborate as it's provenance suggests. There are definitely influences of Loungelover in this space and although elaborate, feels comfortable and rather easy on the eye. With a small bar at the front, and a dining area towards the back, it's not a huge space but feels comfortable and not cramped.

The menu is short and changes every month but presents a variety of interesting options. I was drawn to the scallops, them being my "new favourite thing" and of course it had to be pork for the mains. Once we had ordered, we were presented with an "amuse" of salted cod flakes with "terrible" potatoes and roasted seeds. Now before you all shout at me, I realise that salted cod is going to be salty, but this was really too far gone. Every mouthful had me reaching for the water, which is a real shame as I actually quite liked the idea of the dish. The roasted seeds provided a nice contrast in texture to the cod and the only thing terrible about the potatoes was the name. Small cubes of soft potatoes perfectly sauteed with flecks of vanilla, surprisingly tasty.

Our first course in earnest were two large scallops, perfectly seared and presented with their roe still attached. Many places remove the roe, but it's a total waste. With a deeper flavour than the white flesh, it is arguably tastier. These scallops were perched on top of little disks of haggis and then again on top of sticks of rhubarb blanched in champagne. A very odd and somewhat ambitious combination but actually proved to be quite successful. The haggis was iron rich and was significantly mellowed by the sweet scallop. The tart rhubarb was a good contrast and I genuinely enjoyed such a strange combination.

My main was a far more straightforward pork tenderloin wrapped in pancetta, stuffed apple and cauliflower purée. It's not often that I am disappointed by a pork dish, but this left a lot to be desired in my eyes. My main qualm was that the piece of meat was rather tough, and using the blunt knife I was provided, I hacked away a chunk. It tasted ok, but nothing to shout home about. The apple was stuffed with a smidgen of liver but my aversion to most things offal meant that this was largely left alone. Cauliflower puree was nondescript, the whole dish could have done with some starch and some gravy. Having said that, most dishes would benefit from starch and gravy.

Dessert was a sorbetto with blackberries. Incredibly light and refreshing, the actual sorbetto contained hints of a blackberry liqueur but arrived far softer than I anticipated. In fact, it was more like a blackberry slushy, pleasant, but not what I was expecting.

So that was that. A pretty average meal with some good ideas and some good cooking. If the kitchen can just pull both together in the same dishes, it should do well. After all, I find that the food around Upper street is rather poor in general, and I admire its ambition. Worth a try and certainly not your ordinary pub grub.

Public House - 54 Islington Park Street, London N1 1PX

Bangkok, one crazy place

Day 1: After a long arse journey, I find myself in the madness that is Bangkok. In the first hour upon landing, I have nearly been run over by a multitude of pink taxis (apparently, red lights mean nothing here), been accosted by prostitutes (female and of the ladyboy variety) and eaten my first meal for under a pound. The last time I was here, I stayed in the Amari Boulevard, a lovely affordable hotel off the Sukhumvit road. It is incredibly well located and 8 years ago, was quiet and new. A lot has changed in 8 years. The hotel is still excellent, but the surrounding area has transformed. Market stalls selling anything from Cd's and clothes to flower garlands and homemade chess sets, clog up the pavements and tonnes of bars and fast food restaurants make up the shops in the surrounding buildings. What a change, I really look forward to the next few days...

Day 2: Bangkok is not pedestrian friendly. The pavements are narrow and more often than not, littered with people, be they trying to sell you something (quite often themselves), begging or just generally walking into you. Walking from place to place is not the way forward.

The sky train, however, is. Fast, efficient and clean, it is everything the street level is not. Handily taking you to most of the places you need to go in the city, it is definitely my preferred method of transport. It also has excellent views as you hurtle through the city, taking you from shopping mall to shopping mall. Bangkok has a lot of shopping malls and is the ideal place to buy pretty much anything you need. If it wasn't for the fact that this was my first stop on my trip, I would have filled my boots!

Whilst I was in Bangkok, I witnessed some of the "red shirts" peaceful protest against the current government. I don't really know much about the politics, but was touched to witness the solidarity of the people. They are standing up for what they believe in and I watched touching moments where the people were united.

And none more so united than when I hit the Khao Sarn road for a bit of an Irish jig with my Irish mate on Paddy's day. Let's just say that some things are best forgotten. And after three Sang Som buckets, that's exactly what happened, everything past 12 was well and truly forgotten.

Day 3: After the previous nights antics, day 3 was pretty much a white wash. I got up for breakfast and then proceeded to clamber back up to my room and hide under the covers, wishing all the bad people would go away. After a few more hours, and feeling no more human, I needed to make the most of the short time I had here and mustered the energy to drag my sorry self to the river. I'm not sure what possessed me into thinking that the river may have been a good idea, but I hopped onto a few of the hotel boats which shuttle up and down the river and surveyed Bangkok from there. In my precarious state, it didn't help that the Chao Phraya river is one of the dirtiest I have ever laid my eyes upon, but made it to dry land and even managed to enjoy a drink on the terrace of the Mandarin Oriental (non-alcoholic).

I must admit, this short trip certainly wasn't a foodie trip. Breakfast is included in the price of my room and I was full of bacon and omelets every day, meaning that the scope for culinary endeavours was severely limited. I did manage to make it to Baan Kanitha, a "high end" traditional Thai restaurant promising "flavor delicacy, service supremacy and charming ambiance" (I kid you not, check out their website). Well, it certainly delivered on 2 out of the 3. The service was impeccable. In fact, it almost felt that I had my own waiter. His efficiency was startling and he topped up my water and rice with the stealth of a ninja. The restaurant was busy, filled with a good mix of ex pats and Asians, although how many of those were actually Thai was anybodies guess. Cosy and comfortable, it certainly fulfilled the "charming ambiance" criteria.

The food, however, was rather average. The pandan leaf wrapped chicken was bland and was dry, which defies the object of wrapping the chicken in the leaves. The green papaya salad (som tam song see) was pleasant but nothing special. I also ordered beef with chilli and holy basil and was surprised to find it arrive in minced form. Not really what I was expecting and didn't taste all that great either. My meal came to about £15, quite pricy by Thai standards. I have to be honest, although I was pretty disappointed with my food, it may have had a lot to do with poor menu choice. I looked around and everyone else seemed to be loving their food. I guess I will never find out for sure.

After dinner, I decided to head to my definite "must" for anyone travelling to Bangkok. The Vertigo bar on the top of the Banyan Tree hotel is quite a sight to be marvelled. It is effectively on the 61st floor of the hotel, towering over nearly all of the surrounding buildings. With a restaurant and a bar, you can enjoy a rather expensive meal, or enjoy a decent cocktail with nibbles. I clearly opted for the cocktail version and a few hours up here helped me clear my head and reflect on a decent few days in Bangok.

So that's it. Bangkok in a nutshell. Thanks to @applelisafood and @gingergourmand with providing me with plenty of ideas for stuff to do.

Baan Khanita - 36/1 Soi Sukhumvit 23, Sukhumvit Rd., Bangkok 10110

A return to Goodman: The Burger

Burgers, burgers everywhere. Every hyperlink you click will take you to yet another write up from another fellow blogger on the humble burger. I mean, how many iterations of a burger can you get? After all, it's just a beef patty between two bits of bread isn't it? Wrong. There are so many permutations that achieving the perfect burger is becoming somewhat of a science. Some claim that it doesn't need to be that hard at all, in fact, they have even petitioned for the famous West coast chain of In n Out to broaden their horizons to the UK. Some have even recreated famous US versions of the burger in their own home. Hell, even I did my own little mission in the US of A to discover what it is about their burgers.

The burgers in the UK simply don't compare. A different attitude, a different approach and frankly, it feels like for many, a burger is just something they feel they should have on the menu without a great deal of thought about what a good burger really is. It's not really surprising that so many lovers of food have taken it upon themselves to discover the holiest of all holy grails in food terms for many, the perfect burger. The Hawksmoor, a renowned steakhouse, is reputed to have an excellent burger. I have yet to try it, but busied myself on a hectic Monday with a visit to another steakhouse, Goodman on Maddox street.

I have already written about the excellent steaks on offer here. It's one of those rare places, a high end restaurant that I keep finding myself coming back to again and again. This time, it was all about the burger. At £12 with chips and numerous choices of fillings at no extra cost, I may even consider this a bargain. Made from prime USDA offcuts, with a bit of chuck thrown in, the burger tastes like a handheld version of their steaks. The patty was juicy and perfectly pink, almost flaking apart as it hadn't been minced into oblivion. I added cheese and bacon, although in hindsight, I think this was an error. The burger was perfectly seasoned and the additional toppings just made the whole burger a bit on the salty side. My only negative point is that burgers need a good pickle, and unfortunately this one let it down with little of the required piquancy.

So there you have it, great steaks and great burgers. It helps that the manager of Goodman is as passionate about his burgers as his customers are. A brief chat revealed that he is definitely a burger man and has a few tricks up his sleeves in this department, which leads me to the question, whatever are Goodman going to do next???

Goodman (website) - 26 Maddox Street, W1S 1QH

A recipe: Gin and Tonic Gummy Sweets

Blogging is a great way to meet new friends and to share passions of yours. Food has been good to me, but I have a secret passion for multi coloured rhomboids. Yep, I am a Lego addict.

I have loved it since I was a young child and remember it fondly. I remember the time that my best friend and I spent hours constructing a giant gorilla with compartments for minifigs, of the time I witnessed a friend pelt a half completed fire engine at the wall, only to see it explode into a thousand pieces across his front room, and of the Christmas my little sister bought me the Lego Batmobile. LEGO IS AWESOME!

It shocked me to discover that my passion for Lego was shared by many others. A few tweets to and fro and just like that, Lego Club was formed, an afternoon rediscovering our childhood, nattering over nibbles and alcohol. Each member of Lego Club was prescribed to bring something, and when I announced that I would be bringing gin and tonic, little did they know what was in store.

Gin and Tonic Gummy Sweets

I love sweets. I love gin and tonic. So why not make some gin and tonic gummy sweets? These have to be made, idiot proof and incredibly easy. I used a rectangular container and just cut into squares but if you have molds, even better.

1 x Sachet of Hartley's Jelly Lime Sugar Free

3 x Sachets of gelatine (normally about 35g)

1 pint of gin and tonic (about 50/50, I mean, you want it to taste of gin, right?)

Some lemon sherbet, optional, but a worthy addition

1. Put the gin and tonic into a small sauce pan. Sprinkle the lime jelly and unflavored gelatin over the generous G&T. Leave alone for a few minutes.

2. Place sauce pan over medium heat and stir until gelatin is dissolved, about 2-5 minutes. When mixture is liquid and all gelatin has dissolved, remove from heat.

3. Once it has cooled down a little, pour into mold. I used a cling film lined takeaway box (I am all style). If you have nice shaped molds, I would use them.

4. Let it cool down and then I chucked them into the fridge. They were ready after 2 hours but may be ready sooner. Remove then chop up into little squares. For a final flourish, sprinkle a little lemon sherbet before you eat them.

And in case you were wondering, here's what I made in Lego club:

(MiMi's Pic)

Galvin La Chapelle, no ordinary school dinner

My old school was like no ordinary school. I mean, lessons were alright, but when it comes to what I remember most, it would have to be lunchtimes. Every day we would queue patiently outside the canteen, waiting to be fed, until we were ushered one by one to go and receive our daily sustenance. Most kids may have dreaded this part of the day, but Adrian, the "head chef", led a brigade of dedicated dinner ladies who served up some of the most delightful food to found in a Surrey prep school. In fact, he even won an award for it. Hard to believe, but he put every bit as much effort into his food as I would imagine a chef in a Michelin starred restaurant and churned out top notch traditional British favourites, in school dinner format.

Which brings me onto La Chapelle. My little meander may have seemed a little off topic, but the airy setting for the Galvin brothers latest venture just so happens to be based within an old school assembly hall. The hall has been sensibly transformed into a stunning and sophisticated space (although I am still slightly put off by the toilets being located above the kitchens!) and is patrolled by a legion of bow tied waiters. A great first impression.

On my first visit, all was going well until we began to wield our cameras (so before we had eaten anything). We were promptly informed that the restaurant operated a no camera policy, leaving me totally deflated. As a blogger, I just don't get why some establishments don't let you take pictures. After all, when you see the effort the kitchen has made into the presentation of each dish, surely they would want their hard work to be remembered? What galled me more was not the no photo policy, but the seeming arrogance of the staff. Wearing a fake cringing grin, we were regaled tales of how many critics had come to the restaurant and were able to enjoy the "exquisite food" without the need to take pictures and had given them glowing reviews. I found the fact that they were telling us how great they were before we were given a morsel to eat slightly hard to swallow, along with the attitude of the sneering waiter.

Although it took me a while to recover from such perceived arrogance, I am happy to say that the food was good. Very good actually. A starter of smoked duck & chestnut velouté was meagre but highly flavoured and led nicely onto the star of the show, a roast saddle of venison. I'm not one for conformity and stealth picced my main with my iPhone. Beautifully constructed, it had to be shared with the world. I soon tucked into the most succulent and tender pink venison which was sat on tart blueberries and sour red cabbage. Sweet chestnut puree helped balance the dish and for one split second, under the influence of such tasty meat, all was forgotten.

Unfortunately, the food alone cannot paper over the cracks. There were multiple inconsistencies with service, food being slow, clearing plates whilst other people were still eating, leaving us waiting when all we wanted to do was order. The list goes on and the management seemed a little shocked when we asked to removed the service charge (which they duly did with a little fuss, but were quite apologetic after).

They must have done something right, as I proceeded to return the week after, with my mother in tow for mothers day. Thankfully, the meal went a lot smoother, albeit with the obligatory long gaps waiting to be served. I'm not sure if they had changed their approach to cameras in the last 7 days, but I happily snapped my meal with no interruptions. We all ordered off the prix fixe (£25 for three courses) and although the food was less intricate, it was no less enjoyable. A mushroom veloute was deep and earthy whilst lifted by a spoonful of creme fraiche. My main of lamb shoulder was unbelievably tender and had a small portion of rich mash. I sense butter had a major part to play. A dessert of rhubarb crumble was satisfying although a tiny bit more sugar wouldn't have hurt.

I think it's safe to say that I really enjoy La Chapelle. The service may not deliver on all levels, but the waiters are on the whole friendly and mostly accommodating. As for the food, well, I love it here. Twice in a week says it all really and I actually look forward to my next visit. Sorry Adrian, but I think this place just pips you.

Galvin La Chapelle - 35 Spital Square, London, E1 6DY

Pulled Pork, Fernandez and Wells style

I love pork. In the hierarchy of meat, I think it wins. It is so versatile, you can have it in so many ways, in a roast, as bacon (smoked or unsmoked, a choice within a choice!), sausages, chops, and don't even get me started about the skin. Crackling ahoy!!!



One of my favourite ways of cooking it is very slowly on a low heat. 5, 6, 7 hours, the longer the better and it can handle it. What you get is extremely tender meat (and if you are like me, ensure that you get a tonne of crackling too) which falls apart as (pay attention) the connective tissue which holds the meat together starts to break down. Bodeans does a very enjoyable version, but I was informed by a certain @foodieguide that Fernandez and Wells on St Anne's court did a daily pulled pork sandwich. Served with lashings of rocket and cider apple sauce, it is a beast of the very best kind.



The only thing I would say is that it can do with a hint more seasoning, but at £5 a pop, it makes for a hearty and filling lunch. And look, here's a pic of Cat from The Catty Life trying to scoff one into her gob. She may only be little but the thing is almost as big as her head!

Fernandez and Wells Espresso Bar - 16a St Annes Court, Soho W1

What is British food?

Earlier this week, I was invited to the Observer offices along with two fellow bloggers (Chris and Helen) to talk with Jay Rayner about what we thought "British" food was. We all had some interesting thoughts on the subject and the 5 minute film above was the product of our chats.

I wasn't really happy with my typical British 3 course meal and with a bit more thought, I would opt for the following:

Starter: Potted rabbit, toast and chutney
Main: Belly Pork, tonnes of crackling, apple sauce and mash
Dessert: Pear and apple crumble, tonnes of custard.

What do you reckon British food is and what would your ideal British 3 course meal be?