food, food and more food

Mum & Paul joined us on Friday for a weekend spent eating and drinking. Friday night we stayed in the wharf and ate at Tompkins, not great , but not bad though defintely not helped by the acrid smell of carbonised meat. But on this occcasion the choice of restaurant was not driven by the expected quality of food but for the location. Tompkins is located in south quay at the bottom of what is apparently the tallest residential building in the uk. The view of the dock is ok, but by eating at the restaurant you get access to Attic, the bar on the 48th floor with views from each side.
Saturday we spent at Taste of London, sampling a range of dishes from fine dining restaurants and wandering around the foodie stalls. Best of the day was Bocca di Lupo and l’Anima, closely followed by many others. Last year on the back of our Taste experience we had a lovely meal at l’Anima (thogh not so fond of its decor), so this year I think we’ll be heading to Bocca di Lupo.
Sunday was far more relaxed, as we headed to Locksbottom for a set menu at Chapters to celebrate Jackie’s b’day. We’ve been to its sister restaurant in Blackheath and always enjoyed.
All up a great weekend, with lots of lovely food and company.

trains, food and other experiences

This weekend Robbie treated me to a trip to Honfleur. Leaving early from work we arrived at the Eurotunnel terminal to the news that an illegal intruder was causing delays. So a couple of hours later than planned we arrived in search of a late meal. Despite the hour (close to 11 by the time we’d dumped our stuff), there seemed to be a few choices and we settled on moules and crepes by the waterside. The rest of the weekend was spent wandering around town, along the beach or simply sitting watching the world pass us by in one of the many cafes. Best food of the weekend goes to entre terre et mer. Overall a great weekend.

Today our weekly mini fruit and veg box arrived supplied by riverford. Its usually, with some planning and additions, enough to get us through the week allowing for a couple of nights out but this week (with no advanced planning) it will pretty much go in two meals, a mushroom and aubergine curry, currently in progress, uses four of the five ingredients and the fifth spinach will go nicely in a filo tart recipe – its just a good thing thats all it needed to stretch to this week!

Only in Britain

Only in Britain would thousands of people flock to the Thames to wait for hours, several rows back, trying to find that small channel through a sea of heads, in the chilly English summer to catch a glimpse of a flotilla that may or may not contain the queen.

So in case you hadn’t guessed, today we spent the day with our neighbours attempting to watch our Queen’s diamond jubilee paegeant along the Thames. We started with a walk through the big lunch in the Naval College, with a large table for any to join, market stalls and music, it was nice to see our local celebrations, before heading up to Tower Hill.

The large number of people soon resulted in us looking for other options, so we headed to Wapping gardens where we found a place only four or five people deep close to where the Queen would end her journey. With some drinks from the local Waitrose (in our old stomping grounds) we waited in the not so warm but dry June afternoon for signs of the first boats to arrive.

As the first boats rowed into our narrow view the cheer from the crowds was met with the first few spots of rain. The sight was spectcular as the river filled with various boats. Even the downpour that followed didn’t dampen too many spirits as we just about managed to catch the top of the Queen’s barge as she pulled in just upstream of us.

The rain did eventually put us off, so we didn’t see it all and instead we caught the dlr back to Greenwich. As we walked back home along the river we did manage to see a few more boats despite the descending cloud. We made it home soaked through, but glad to have made the effort to celebrate an inspiring occassion.


Today, after a later then preferable finish from work, Robbie and I decided to meet in our newest local restaurant. As a “steak and fine dining” restaurant in East Greenwich we hoped it would add something different to the multitude of chinese and other take-aways in the area.

While steak is not really my thing, the idea of a nice bit of venison has sounded good for a while. So I thought why not, its got to be better than cooking. Overall while the food was average, I’m just not convinced we’ll go back.

Robbie’s medium rare porterhouse was more like medium while my medium venison was pretty close to blue in the middle so had to be redone (which interestingly came back with a second portion of sauce which looked and tasted different from the first). The generous sprinkle of parsley and spoonful of chopped coriander on a single tomato was a little dated, as was the red neon name.

None of this was helped by various other little things which on there own are trivial but together made for an entertaining evening, (which it was). While I was late it was still light outside but the restaurant lighting felt like I’d walked into a cave, the bartender was enthusiastic but served Robbie a red pinot grigio and thought veal was venison, another waiter managed to spill a beer not just over one, but two, customers on the next table, while the menu suggested serving dessert wine in 250ml.

We hope its all teething problems but when a small side salad is 4 quid (thankfully a free side with the meat) and that they managed to undercharge us with only 6 items on a fairly quiet Friday night I won’t be holding my breath. (and yes for those of you who are wondering, yes we did tell them they’d undercharged us – how could we not, they had the best intentions and were very friendly!)