Really, by several sets of circumstance I should be in Umbria or the South of France. But shackled to London I make do with a deliciously cosy roast at the ever excellent Canton Arms (not sure about the crisps on the bar.. bit Spanish but with none of the other, better tapas). You don't get roasts this pink outside of someones home kitchen most of the time. Had a lovely terrine to start and a couple of pints of pale ale to finish, then off to snooze through a triple bill at the BFI.
Later in the week a Jerk chicken feast. Peppers and Spice off Dalston has it's moments though it's no Cumin Up. Really we were so close to Stoke Newington train stations finest House of Jerk (Giles Coren's favourite) we should've eaten there. Slightly dull Jerk was made up for in quantity, good Festivals and the bbq chicken being mad slow cooked.Couple of Guiness Exports slipped down wellll.
Off to NYC in a couple of weeks, already counting the hours for one of Marthas Lobster Rolls!
Stokey/ Cap Ferrat