If you’ve been following along, you would have realised by now that I love food; if you’re new then perhaps the name of this blog gave me away? I like to consume food and consume a lot of it I do. With the ever growing number of restaurants in London, it’s impossible to stop… yes, I blame this city, not my insatiable hunger or anything like that. However, as is the case with most vices, there is a far less glamorous downside. In this case, it’s the way our eating habits seem to suck the life out of our bank account.
The reality is we regularly spend £100ish on a meal for two, this still makes me shudder when I randomly do the naughty expat thing of converting it back to Kiwi cash, but in the London bubble that’s probably the norm for many people. Thankfully, more often than not, this gets us top notch nosh otherwise I think a certain someone would have given me a stern talking to by now… but rarely does it also help provide someone else in the world a much needed meal.