Month: March 2015

REVIEW: Shackfuyu from Bone Daddies

These days when I’m in Soho I’m usually running between meetings or to the tube in fear of the ‘late pick-up’ charge at my son’s nursery. Last week I was able to amble through at about 5pm, just as everything is gearing up for after work drinks and date nights and girlfriend catch-ups. Given the chance to actually take in my surroundings I noticed many new restaurants which have popped up in the time it’s taken me to stop drinking for long enough to have a baby. It made me remember being young and single, and earning a real paycheck I could fritter on lovely things to eat and drink. And then I felt old and a bit washed up, and definitely lacking a finger (a leg, anything) on the pulse of Soho’s new trendy eateries. Luckily I was doing a Q&A with Steve November (the director of drama for ITV) later that evening for the March session of the Writers’ Group I run for Women in Film & Television, and I had already decided …

RECIPE: Portuguese Custard Tarts

As a little girl growing up in Herne Bay in Kent, one of my earliest food memories was the Saturday morning promise of a trip to Dunn’s Bakery on the High Street – http://dunnsbakery-hernebay.co.uk/  The warmth of the shop, the smell of freshly baked cakes and bread and sausage rolls, and the delight of choosing something from the rows of iced treats. My Mum always had a jam doughnut, my Dad a Chelsea bun, my sister an iced finger.  For some reason my cake of choice was their English Custard Tart. Recently the delis and coffee shops of London seem to have been over-run with the English Custard Tart’s sexier Portuguese cousin. The pastry a little uneven, more romantic somehow, the custard browned in inviting patches like they’ve been baked in a big old blue Aga, by a happy smiling woman, made more beautiful by the smattering of flour in her hair. Portuguese Custard Tarts, for me, are somehow more than a cake. They say, look at me, look how cool and relaxed and effortlessly delicious I am. So …

REVIEW: Hood, Streatham Hill

A rare Saturday night out with the other half and we decided to try Streatham’s very latest eaterie, Hood. Following a soft launch and the opening party the previous night, we were among the first eager diners to try it out. Skipping up the road towards, we hoped, good food and booze, we arrived hungry and excited to support a new neighbourhood place which has been part-financed by the community in a crowd-funding initiative. After a warm welcome we settled at our table and ordered a snack of hummus with bread and vegetables to keep us going while we perused the small but lovely menu. Food chosen we devoured the dips (who knew radishes could be so good?) and got stuck into the drinks list, full of craft beers and reasonably priced wines. Our starters arrived and we were not disappointed. ┬áSeared mackerel with pickled roots and horseradish sauce for me that just melted beautifully in the mouth, and pork rillettes with apple, shallots and sage cream which left me with severe food envy – …