Wednesday, 24 July 2019

A WEEKEND IN DEAL – THE PERFECT SEASIDE TOWN THAT NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT (YET)


My perfect seaside weekend in beautiful Deal was quite accidental. I had a trip to the South France fall through pretty last minute and suddenly felt an urge to escape London for a weekend and get as close to that holiday feeling as possible. After joining forces with my lovely Swedish friend Lea, who was as enthusiastic to get away from it all as me, we began to search for potential destinations, which proved harder than I thought this last minute.

However, ironically trying to book a seaside escape for the end of July at the beginning of June turned out to be a blessing in disguise because..well..the more obvious spots that have been deemed as somewhat “hip, like Whitstable and Margate, were just about fully booked, causing me to research a little more throughly into places equally beautiful but as of yet not quite as on “the map” when it comes to annoying Londoners travelling down there for the weekend.

As coincidence will have it one of my lovely colleagues at work, Abi, commutes into London from the Kent seaside town of Deal every day, while another colleague of mine regularly escapes there for the weekend. Nosy as I am, I have occasionally overheard the two chatting about restaurants and other fun sounding things one can do in Deal and it got me thinking...what was the deal with Deal?

A quick google revealed a few guides on Deal but not much else, however the prospect of insider tips from a local, a quick and cheap train ride there and the potential to avoid a total tourist trap, won me and Lea over and it was decided, Deal was going to be our seaside town of choice.

There wasn’t a huge choice in terms of accommodation available considering how late in the day we booked as well as the sheer size of the town, but we still managed to get a decent sized room at The Clarendon, right on the seafront, for £100 a night for two people. It was nothing special but also nothing terrible and honestly we barely spent any time in there anyways considering the beautiful weather we had over the two days there.

If /when I am going back to Deal I will almost definitely stay at The Rose, an old boozer converted into a stunning restaurant and hotel, with 8 beautifully decorated rooms that are drool-worthy in their interiors, with a real Soho house vibe at very reasonable prices (more on The Rose later), not to say that I didn’t love this trip immensely with the hotel we stayed at.

Maybe it was because I had such a great list of tips to go by from Abi, which meant we did not have one bad meal or one bad moment in Deal, finding proper gems we may have missed otherwise, but our weekend spent in Deal could not have been more perfect to me and honestly I couldn’t help but fall a little bit in love with the place.

Why? Well Deal offers fantastic food, amazing spots to enjoy reasonably priced AND good drinks at, a beautiful beach that was clean and far from overcrowded, the kindest locals and not a single annoying Londoner in sight, just ones very aware of how much of a little delight Deal is. My two days spent there felt like a proper holiday and in a way I should have probably kept quiet about Deal for my own selfish reasons, keeping it my little secret, but honestly get yourself on a train down there while summer is still here and make the most Deal, before the masses will follow. Deal is the real deal (I know I am pun-tasting) and with the below guide on my perfect way to spend a weekend there, plus a healthy dose of sunshine, I can guarantee you will have a fabulous time at this seaside star.

After all this proves you don’t always have to get on a plane to get that real holiday feeling, sometimes you can find it a short train ride away.

SATURDAY


HOW WE GOT THERE:
We took an early morning train from St Pancras, with the return costing us just under £30 each. Something to consider: be careful which train you book. On our outward journey we were on the slow one, which was bearable at just over 2 hours, but could have been a lot better had we gone for the hour and 25 minute train option that doesn’t stop at every single village on the way there. FYI: Trains are spacious and have plugs. Once you arrive in Deal, the walk from the station to the seaside is maybe 5 minutes ate the most and you can get anywhere by foot while exploring Deal with its compact city centre. There is a big Sainsbury’s right by the station that is the best place to stock up on beach picnic essentials as there aren’t many corner shops or smaller supermarkets in Deal but be warned they don’t have a chilled booze section (we brought ice cubes to the beach) and it closes at 4pm on a Sunday.

WHERE TO STAY: THE ROSE (IF YOU CAN GET A ROOM)


The Rose is a beautiful boutique hotel and restaurant with a gorgeous outside dining space that used to be one of the roughest pubs in town. Interior designer and fashion stylist Michelle Kelly has transformed the space into a 70’s inspired Pinterest dream, with every detail done just right.

Of course on this occasion I only visited The Rose for drinks but if the level of design apparent everywhere I saw is continued in the rooms, which from their Instagram one can only assume will be the case, The Rose really is the most dreamy place to enjoy your weekend in Deal at. Rooms start at £120 a night including breakfast and I urge you to book ahead here to make sure you get a room, there are still some odd weekend nights free this summer so hurry or I may just beat you to it.


CHECKING OUT THE SATURDAY MARKET:

After we were all all checked in and freshened up we headed to the lovely Saturday market on the high street to check out the variety of stalls while they are open (until 1:30pm every week)- you’ll find artisan bread, fresh veg, antiques and a lovely wine stall. We only had a look around on this occasion but everything looked fab!


SOME PERFECT SPOTS FOR AFTERNOON DRINKS IN THE SUN:


Once we had found our bearings and did a little bit of exploring with a walk down the high street, the seafront and pier, seeing the pebbly beach with our own eyes, we were ready for some Aperol Spritz’s.

With such glorious weather, we did a bit of outdoor bar hopping, and our favourite spots were Bloody Mary’s on the high street with incredibly friendly staff, a good selection of well-priced wine (a bottle of champagne will only set you back £27, outrageously cheap for London standards) and a few cute outside tables from which you can watch the market, as well as the super cute King’s Head pub, with it’s prime seafront location and lovely outside drinking area.

A word of caution: there is another pub, the Port Arms, literally next door to it, which was slightly weird when we went in and tried to serve us what looked like gone off wine, so make sure you sit in the right outside area, it took us a minute to realise the two are separate.

The staff once again were amazing and so kind and our Spritz’s, £7.5 each, were very generously portioned, plus their sweet potato fries were out of this world amazing and a total steal at £4.5 for a huge portion. On Sunday’s in the summer there is also live music by the outside tables (weather permitting) and overall the King’s Head felt like a genuine local favourite with a diverse crowd, ideal for people watching and chatting away for hours.



A HAPPY HOUR DRINK @ THE ROSE


I have already extensively declared my love for The Rose so I will keep this brief. With dinner booked at the Frog & Scot, literally opposite the The Rose, we thought this was the perfect spot for a pre-dinner cocktail, even more so when we found out they do a 5-7pm happy hour every day, where £10 will buy you two cocktails PLUS nibbles (amazing olives and nuts on this occasion), to be enjoyed in their gorgeous back garden and terrace. An absolute must do on any trip to Deal, offering a magical atmosphere, great crowd and good drinks.


DINNER WITH FRENCH TOUCH AND SEASONAL FOCUS @ FROG & SCOT


The Frog & Scot came highly recommended by Abi and with the Michelin guide including this welcoming French bistro on Deal’s high street, run by a husband and wife duo, in their most recent edition, I had pretty high expectations.

They take reservations, which was a dream as we walked straight in on a Saturday night with not a wait in sight, so I do recommend you book a few weeks ahead, as this place is very popular both with locals and clued up weekend visitors. And rightly so, the weekly changing menu, displayed on a chalk board, makes the most of local ingredients with a fine dining touch. It isn’t cheap but you’d be paying at least double in London for this standard of cooking, ingredients and service. My truffle pasta was out of this world and I would go back in a heartbeat, particularly for the inventive ways they cook locally sourced fish. Make this your splash out dinner in Deal.

We pretty much called it a night after we had finished up at the Frog & Scot, stopping by The Bohemian right next to our hotel for a nightcap. It’s open until the early hours but honestly was nothing to shout about and we wanted to make the most of day 2 in Deal and were quickly asleep after a long but fabulous first day!

SUNDAY


BRUNCH @ THE DEAL PIER KITCHEN

With a group of seagulls right outside our hotel room window making their presence felt rather aggressively in the early hours of the day, we got ourselves out of bed and dressed, ready for brunch to re-energise us for the day ahead.

Deal Pier Kitchen has the most perfect location at the end of the pier, with big windows allowing you to gaze into the sea, and getting there for 9am, their Sunday opening time, meant that we got to beat any queues, settling down straight away for a hearty brunch. Coffee was great and my Bombay fritters - courgette fritters, beautifully spiced, served with a zingy raita and pomegranate seeds as well as more classical brunch additions of poached eggs and beetroot smoked salmon, was unusual but super delicious and came in the perfect portion size (some brunches require a digestion nap after which no one needs at 10am).

Service had some room for improvement, with waiters a bit all over the place, I blame the early start on a Sunday perhaps, but that is a minor niggle. Overall this was a fantastic brunch of London standards in quite the "wow factor" location at the end of the pier and offered the ideal starting point to our Sunday.


A WALK TO THE ZETLAND ARMS

Well-fed and watered from our brunch, we followed another one of Abi’s fab tips and began our walk to the Zetland Arms pub. A 45 to 50 minute walk away from the pier, this pub has stunning views over the coastline and is hundred percent worth the steps there and back, particularly as you pass some truly stunning houses and beautiful fauna on the way and basically just have to walk in a straight line, so no danger of getting lost. 

We only had a diet coke on one of the outside benches, admiring the stunning scenery around us, once we got to the Zetland but I can imagine that watching the sunset here with a glass of rosé in hand must be truly magical. Even if you aren’t the walking type (I am an avid walker as any of my friends will tell you), do make the exception here because it will allow you to admire beautiful British seaside and countryside at it’s best with a great pub to refuel at as reward at the end. 


AN AFTERNOON BEACH PICNIC AND DIP IN THE SEA (IF YOU ARE BRAVE ENOUGH)

Once we made it back to Deal after our walk, we decided to have pretty chilled afternoon before an early dinner and train back to London reality and with the sun out to play there was no better option than a beach picnic. You are spoiled for choice for location, not facing a sea of pink people and their picnic utensils like can be the case at Brighton beach (or the Shoreditch House rooftop for that matter) ruining any chance of some privacy, plus you have the aforementioned big Sainsbury’s under 10 minutes walk away to get all the nibbles and drinks your heart desires, just make sure to pack a big beach towel and take away ALL your rubbish to keep the beach as lovely and clean as it is at the moment.

Lea ventured into the water for a dip and I would have done the same had I not forgotten my swimsuit, and we spent a good couple of hours here, getting slightly sunburnt I admit, but also really enjoying the fresh sea air, our array of snacks and the gentle sound of the waves, a world away from work and from London even if really only an hour and a bit away.


DINNER @ 81 BEACH STREET

Of course we could have stayed at the beach and got a fish and chips takeaway (Middle Street Fish Bar is the best place for this classic British dish I have been assured) but I have to admit I am not the biggest fried food fan yet still wanted some more amazing seafood while we were so close to, well, the sea. We also didn’t want to spend quite as much as on our Saturday night dinner, though it was worth every penny, so when I saw 81 Beach Street mentioned in the few guides I did find on Deal online and checked out their insta, it looked just perfect, a cute local restaurant with sea view, innovative dishes and decent prices and indeed we had fantastic early dinner here that delivered on taste, value and service.

I went for a fillet of cod in a lobster bisque, served with crushed new potatoes - cooked to perfection and full of the seafood flavours I was lusting after, and a real bargain at £15, while Lea’s steak with proper amazing chunky chips was also great value at £18. Again, you would be paying a hell of a lot more for this kind of cooking in London and with their seasonally changing menus and Sunday roast menu that also looked fab but we were too full for on this occasion I would definitely go back to 81 Beach street and can only recommend it.

With a good amount of wine and delicious food in our bellies we headed to the train station to make our 6pm train and I was tucked up in bed, watching  Love Island, and ready to face Monday by 9pm, making it the dream ending to a dreamy weekend in Deal, with zero travel stress but all the fun of a proper holiday.

Tuesday, 23 July 2019

Thursday, 18 July 2019

RAINBOW GIRL



Top / Missguided
Trousers / The Cords
Bag / JW Anderson
Shoes / Zara

Wednesday, 17 July 2019

5 LIFE LESSONS I LEARNT AT LOVEBOX 2020


Maybe it is because I am 27 going on 67 and a bit of a grumpy late-twenties millennial, but my Saturday spent at Lovebox festival this past weekend was…let’s just say… interesting with considerable room for improvement.

Of course, take my life lessons below with a pinch of salt but also rest assured I won’t rush to go back to Lovebox in 2020…

1. I am done with London festivals

I think I have been a little spoiled with my music festival experiences in the last few years because, well, the last two times I went to one it was Flow festival in Helsinki. Here the organisation was flawless, the sound at every performance I saw was fantastic, the crowd chilled, stylish and a little older and the selection of food simply outstanding. The entire experience was complete perfection, with a location that made it possible for you to very quickly get back into the centre of town and all around happy vibe - from security guards, to performers, to attendees. Toilets were of course festival style portaloos, but still somehow not utterly disgusting and everyone was there for a good time with the right attitude to match.

Lovebox was none of the above, basically taking place at Heathrow airport (well Acton town which is FAR from anywhere in London), full of blind-drunk teens and with terrible sound at each performance we went to. There are so many festivals out there, not only in the UK but internationally, that really I expected a bit more from Lovebox, especially after making the hour and a half journey across London and spending £75 on a ticket.


2. There should not be such a thing as festival fashion.

Even before we had walked through the ticket gates our mouths were open in shock at the outfits we witnessed parading in front of us. There were thongs, fishnet dresses, so much neon that my eyes began to hurt, gem stones and enough glitter to catapult us straight into a full blown global warming catastrophe. Yes, I am all for dressing up for an occasion but the wannabe ‘Coachella influencer’ look sucked when it first came around and there is a reason why most of the items worn at Lovebox will cost you less than £20 from Missguided, NastyGal and the like, they are just not very nice or well-made clothes. Full stop.

So many girls had tonnes and tonnes of makeup on, yet looked the furthest away from comfortable in their skin that you can imagine. Are Love Island and the Kardashians at least in part to blame for this idolisation of an ultimately completely fake appearance? Perhaps, but instead of looking like induvials, what we saw was a sea of fashion disasters, too preoccupied with their image to really even enjoy the festival. For me come to a festival for the music, come to have fun with your friends and dress like you want to, not what you think “festival fashion” is, cos darling there ain’t such a thing.



3. Festival food and drinks suck but really they should not have to!

We live in 2019, we can get whatever we want, including a McDonalds milkshake and a Snog frozen yogurt, delivered to our front door basically 24/7, yet the selection of food and drinks at Lovebox were utterly awful and horrendously overpriced. From undercooked pizza to a small portion of chips that cost me £7, I simply don’t understand why there can’t be a varied offering of food at a festival like this, one that isn’t centred around beige carbs and meat. The same goes for drinks. I do not drink beer which meant we were limited to ordering the one choice of lukewarm rose in a plastic bottle there was, not exactly a bargain either at £25 a bottle. If a standard pub in London can now offer you a decent selection of wine, a well-mixed spritz and some edible small plates, I am really not sure why the same wasn’t possible at Lovebox. It almost felt like they were fully trying to embrace the stereotype that food and drinks have to be terrible and expensive at a festival but really that is no longer the case.


4. If you don’t do drugs you realise just how much everyone else around you is doing them

Let’s just say I have been there and done that and there is a reason why only very few people over the age of 25 still get a kick out of doing MDMA and the like. It’s kind of gross, it makes you a mess and seeing people in that state in broad day light was at times not exactly pleasant. I know most of these “kids” will stop eventually and grow out of this phase but I guess me being way passed that I found it hard to watch plus the amount of drugs we were being offered to buy was almost laughable, clearly Lovebox’s sniffer dogs suffering from hay fever induced blocked noses on the day we went…



5. You can still have a great time despite being a grumpy old millennial if you go with the right people

Hey, in the end of the day we still had a great day of people watching, taking in some ok performances and drinking lots of bad rose in the sun. I could probably have done the same in London fields for a lot less money and with a Bluetooth speaker in hand (considering the terrible sound quality at Lovebox not a massive downgrade) but the fabulous friends I was with still made it a memorable day and that’s what really matters, and we did live to tell the tale of Lovebox 2019.

Tuesday, 16 July 2019

80s Pattern Clash


Blouse / ASOS
Skirt / Zara
Bag / JW Anderson
Boots / Mango

Thursday, 11 July 2019

THE LBD




Dress / Fyodor Golan
Bag / JW Anderson
Boots / Mango

Wednesday, 10 July 2019

ROAST GARLIC AND OREGANO POTATOES WITH TWO KINDS OF WATERMELON, FETA, HALLOUMI, FRESH HERBS AND A DRIZZLE OF HONEY.



Summer is officially here, well as much as it will ever arrive and stay in London, and this kind of weather makes me crave salads! Not some limp lettuce with a bland dressing and a few sad chopped up tomatoes but something that still packs a punch flavour wise and which is filling enough for a satisfying main. 

This salad, combining slow roast garlic cloves and baby new potatoes, tossed in plenty of oregano and olive oil, with juicy honeydew and watermelon chunks, fresh mint and basil as well as slowly melted feta and halloumi is all kinds of amazing- not only looking like summer on a plate with its gorgeous colours but striking the perfect balance between sweet and savoury, fresh yet comforting. It is also super easy to prepare, I made it for a friend on a Friday night after some quick chopping, and was so impressively tasty that it has for sure been added to my recipe repertoire.

If you can, go to your local greengrocer for this one, personally I think fresh fruit and particularly melons tend to taste rather bland from supermarkets and here you really need every ingredient to be as punchy as possible.

I found the original recipe by Anna Jones (who also has drool worthy Instagram profile) on the Guardian website, one of my favourite sources for recipe inspiration. I am also a big fan of Racheal Roddy’s Italian cooking column, but tweaked it with the addition of halloumi because heck I fancied some and two kinds of cheese are definitely better than one! I cannot stress enough how easy and delicious this was and I for one hope there will be plenty more hot summer evenings to rustle this up for, enjoyed with an ice cold glass of rosé

Serves 3
700g small new potatoes
1 unwaxed lemon
1 head garlic
3 tbsp extra-virgin olive oil
1 tbsp oregano
Salt and black pepper
1kg melon (I used watermelon and honeydew)
200g block feta cheese
1 block of halloumi, quartered
1 bunch of basil
1 bunch of mint, leaves picked
Good drizzle of honey

· Heat the oven to 200C .

· Chop any large potatoes in half and keep the smaller ones whole, then transfer to a large baking tray.

· Use a speed peeler to peel the zest from the lemon in long strips, then add to the tray.

· Bash the head of garlic until the cloves are slightly split, then add to the tray with the olive oil and oregano.

· Season well, then roast for 20 minutes.

· Peel and slice the melons into thin half-moons, removing the seeds as you go.

· After the potatoes have had 20 minutes, take them out of the oven, then squash them down with a potato masher or fork until broken apart and flattened.

· Break over the feta and chopped up halloumi, then return the tray to the oven for a further 10-15 minutes, or until golden and crisp all over.

· Remove from the oven, toss with the juice of half the lemon, then add the melon, basil and mint.

· Finish with a drizzle of honey and enjoy!

Monday, 8 July 2019

Jumping Jumpsuit

Jumpsuit / Sister Jane
Bag / J W Anderson

Thursday, 4 July 2019

PINK PRINCESS



Shirt / Arket
Dress / Stine Goya
Shoes / Zara

Wednesday, 3 July 2019

SARDINE – A NEW NEIGHBOURHOOD FAVOURITE WORTH FINDING








I have to admit that my dinner at Sardine was a little bit of an odd yet still very much recommendable experience. The food was no doubt fantastic- French, modern European cooking, presented beautifully, served in a stunning modern dining room with attentive service and a great selection of wine. 

What was odd was the fact that not that many people seem to be aware of all these positives and the restaurant as a whole, which meant that our dinner was at times eerily quiet, at 6pm on a Sunday us being the only diners for a good half an hour before a couple of single diners settled down for their meal. Of course, that meant, looking at the positives, that we never had to wait long for our food but it did make us a little uncomfortable at times, surrounded by empty (albeit beautiful) chairs and tables. This isn’t helped by the location of the restaurant, hidden right behind a McDonalds drive-through on a busy and not very pretty road that connect Old Street and Angel.

I mean I can see why the team behind Pastaio chose this patch, there are a lot of fancy new-build apartments cropping up everywhere, ready for well to do millennials to move into, and there has also been the opening of the Parasol unit art gallery in the same building as the restaurant, so really with all the potential there to get a food savvy crowd, looking for a local spot to dine at inside the restaurant, despite or especially because of the golden arches lying right ahead. But even I, having walked past the place, many, many times, it being on my walk home from the big Sainsbury’s to my house, done on a near weekly basis, had been somewhat perplexed by this chic looking restaurant being where it is rather than compelled to go in. And had I not stumbled across Sardine’s Instagram after some serious social media stalking I may have missed out on some of the best French cooking I have had in London, mere minutes from my house, with interiors that are more Soho or East Village than Hoxton side street.

And in a way, that makes Sardine a hidden dining gem worth treasuring, a place where for the time being you are able to get a last-minute table on a Friday night, where it feels like you are at a central London hot spot but without the annoying crowds, queuing and rushed waiters. I would love to come back on a Saturday or Friday night with a little more buzz though it was quite adorable seeing a very diverse mix of locals dining here as the evening progressed, from an elderly couple on date night to a big family group. I adored the dining space and attention to detail paid when it came to the overall interiors of the place, from the pastel coloured, patterned front of the restaurant that instantly makes you wonder what could be hiding inside, to the wall murals, long communal dining table and pastel tiles inside, it’s a minimal hipster’s wet dream and has something very Scandi chic but still incredibly welcoming about it.

The menu is well curated, with a focus on Southern French cooking and seasonal ingredients, and it really feels like the chefs here, who you can see in action with the open plan kitchen, made this menu for you, giving the whole dining experience a very intimate touch. Starters weren’t flawless, our bread and butter weren’t of the quality I’d expect at a “French inspired” restaurant, but our starter of salt cod, stuffed into a friggitelli (an Italian sweet pepper) and served with a tomato sauce was fresh and tasty while our Salade Tunisienne was summer on a plate – perfectly dressed leafs with tomato, cucumber, coriander and egg.

There are only 5 mains on offer, 1 vegetarian, 2 fish and 2 meat options which is not a huge selection but again you are here to trust the kitchen- I asked our lovely waitress what she would choose as none meat eater and went with her recommendation of roast Gunard, white beans, datterini tomatoes and bottarga butter which not only looked almost too pretty to eat but was an utter delight to eat. Not cheap at £19.5 a portion, but showcasing high quality ingredients and attentive cooking like you seldom find in bigger kitchens. We also had some fantastic chips on the side, all kinds of fluffy and fried to perfection, served with a fresh aioli which I could have bathed in and some creamed spinach, both very generously portioned.

My friend went for a more permanent fixture on the menu, the onglet with chips and pepper sauce, which sadly was not too much of a delight to eat, the meat rather chewy BUT my friend not blaming the restaurant rather an unhappy cow which can happen at even the best of restaurants. I would thus say if you dine at Sardine stick to the more seasonal mains as those give the talented chefs in the kitchen a real chance to show off their creativity.

For dessert, I plumped for the nougat ice cream with fennel biscuit which tasted incredibly fresh and well made, not over the top in size and flavour but just right – a kind of refined yet casual cooking style that I think encompasses Sardine, and something you do not find too often in London without going into the super expensive. That is the whole thing, Sardine has all the makings of a fantastic neighbourhood joint, one anyone would be more than happy to have close by but it is almost too hidden for its own good right now.

If you are after a really, really well-cooked French dinner that almost feels like you have a private chef, eaten in a lovely dining environment, make your way to Sardine, these guys deserve a chance to step out of the shadow of the fast food giant that is right in front of them and if it were in central London (it reminds me a lot of 10 Greek street actually), you’d be queuing no matter the weekday and pay a lot more for it.

Tuesday, 2 July 2019

Summer Wedding


 


Bag / Rouje
Sunglasses / ASOS