Is it just me or are some restaurant names getting more and more obscure? Sometimes I tell a certain someone the name of our dining destination and get a fleeting look of puzzlement followed by a shrug in return; he knows to just go with the flow by now. Friends, family, and colleagues however, seem to dwell a little longer. Superstar BBQ raised questions about whether the gimmick involved chefs who were also DJs, Tootoomoo caused a giggle or two, and The Pony and Trap led to a long discussion about Cockney slang – I can assure you that the restaurant itself is far from crap! You can probably imagine the queries when I mentioned we were going to The Other Naughty Piglet…
No, it isn’t a restaurant just for pork enthusiasts (though we don’t object to that kind of thing), and yes, there is an ‘original’ naughty piglet to this ‘other’. The first of the Naughty Piglets is in Brixton, and has been somewhere we’ve been eager to visit for some time; regular readers will have realised by now that we have a penchant for seasonal small plates, and this is what they specialise in. That, and good wine, both in a casual kind of manner; all music to my ears and stomach.
A forecast for the slightest bit of rain over the weekend was enough to send the doom and gloomers into overdrive, proclaiming that the British summer was well and truly over! It probably is and it would be very un-British to not have a whinge about that fact, but let’s not get too down in the dumps about it… I’m going to be bold and say we had a rather good run of the sunshine and warm weather. There were a couple of false starts and unbearable heatwaves but overall, I can’t complain. We’ve spent some quality time in the deck chairs we lugged home on the tube about two years ago, and I’ve enjoyed many al fresco lunches at the office!
The only thing that stopped me from all out declaring that it was a good and proper summer was when I realised I hadn’t made the customary trip to the beach. In my humble opinion, no summer is complete without dipping at least my toes in the sea and enduring the hilarity of finding sand everywhere for weeks. If I can tick that off, then yep, this has been a goody.
For some people it could be a huge plate of cheesy pasta, for a certain someone it’s most likely to be a hearty beef stew, but for me it’s definitely a bowl of piping hot noodles. That, ladies and gentlemen, is my ultimate comfort food. I’m not fussy about which ones, I’ll happily wolf down thick egg noodles in a mee goreng or slurp up slippery rice noodles in a broth, it’s all the same goodness to me. Noodles are what I crave when I’m feeling a little meh or when my tummy just needs a warm food hug. You know that feeling don’t you?
The grey London skies and chilly temperatures of the last couple of months have definitely increased the meh days, and on a particularly miserable Saturday evening we found ourselves in dire need of noodle nourishment. Too lazy to throw something together but equally too lazy to venture anywhere further than a fifteen minute tube ride, we settled on a quick trip to Brixton… there’s that Thai place in Brixton Market our friends love and we’ve been meaning to try Mama Lan for a while, or we could also head over to Pop Brixton for a nosey, and if all that came to nothing, there was always Nanban to fall back on.