When people ask me what I miss most from Wellington, I dutifully rattle off a list which ranges from the sentimental to the purely practical. This includes: my family, seeing the sea on a…
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I overheard the guy at a neighbouring table tell his date that he swore they were walking into a pub. And who could blame him; I could have sworn the same thing because from…
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It took approximately two hours, that’s all I needed to confirm that Berlin and I were just not meant to be. It’s something I probably knew five years ago when I first set foot…
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There are very few places in the City where I find myself wanting to linger a little longer, it’s just not the done thing in this part of town. People are more likely to…
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A Bit Smarter Eating Out Events/ClassesLunch with Parmigiano Reggiano PDO and Aceto Balsamico Traditionale di Modena PDO at Sager & Wilde
These days, parmesan and balsamic vinegar are pretty much household staples, or at least for those in the cooking-show-watching households anyway. I’ll be the first to admit guilt; I’ve drizzled balsamic vinegar over rocket…
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As I am an incorrigible drama queen, I have on more than one occasion professed my undying love for a loaf of freshly baked bread. I’m only a bit sorry that a certain someone…
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London-dwellers, if you are ever in need of a reminder that French cuisine is not just about fine dining frou frou, then a visit to Casse Croûte will sort you out. One minute you’ll…
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I’m not one to succumb to any delusions of grandeur but when it’s practically forced upon you, it’s very hard to resist. The Grand Hotel Oslo welcomed me with the belief that every one…
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If a certain someone was hoping to find himself in the eerie, mysterious Oslo portrayed in Jo Nesbo’s popular crime thrillers, then he would have been mightily disappointed. I can imagine the city having…
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We always knew this time would come – most expats do – but we just didn’t know when. Until now. After almost four years of calling this manic mosh pit of a city our…
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I challenge anyone to step into the hallowed oak walls of the Great Hall at The LaLit London and not let out an involuntary ‘oooh’ because this is a truly splendid space. The high…