Kanpai, Downtown Dubai – Food/Restaurant Review

Since I moved to Dubai, I’ve been really busy starting my postgraduate and settling into life. I haven’t done any blog posts since moving here and I know that really needs to change. So I decided to kick things off with a review about a Japanese/Asian Fusion Restaurant and Bar in Downtown Dubai, Kanpai.

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Located in Souk Al Bahar just beside the Burj Khalifa, this gem of an Asian restaurant can be found hiding on the second floor. I say hiding, but in reality as you walk towards it you get greeted by this handsome gentleman along the walls.

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It might seem a little strange to feel slightly intimidated as you enter Kanpai, but with those wonderful Samauri-esque greeting you, you might understand my fear. However in reality my family and I were met but some really warm and friendly front of house staff, who took us to our table, asked how the music was for us and really made us feel special about having booked our table with them.

Interestingly enough, whilst we were there Kanpai was having a photoshoot to help further their brand in Dubai. Even though there was this photoshoot going on in the background with the occasional flash of a flash gun or the fake laughter of models told to: “enjoy themselves,” in the next few pictures I didn’t feel like it hindered our visit at all. Perhaps, occasionally they was a longer wait time then we perhaps would’ve liked, particularly when it came to getting the bill, as there were more people dining then, but honestly I felt they dealt with the situation very professionally.

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We had a wonderful server, whose name I’m sure was Mignonne or something similar but in reality she looked just like my favourite Abbi Sciuto from NCIS. I literally couldn’t handle the similarities, she was gorgeous and was there when a glass needed refilling or to guide us through the menu, namely the cocktail menu helping us chose from the different varieties of alcoholic/non-alcoholic drinks which we could then make alcoholic. I have to say I was totally impressed with her as a waitress, as the restaurant seemed to fill she did seem to be serving everybody and she handled that pressure wonderfully. She looked as if she was enjoying herself, she was friendly, calm and helped sort out any issues we had at any given time alongside everybody else.

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You’ll probably want to hear about the food at some point. But very quickly, the setting.

Honestly I don’t know what everybody’s problem is in Dubai, but for some reason and maybe it’s just me but the last few places I’ve been to the lights have been turned so low they might as well have been off, Nobu I’m literally pointing all fingers at you. Whilst Kanpai was a little dark for my liking actually being able to read the menu without asking for a nightlight, and being able to see the food in from of me as well as the people opposite me was an absolute bonus. The lighting was low enough to set an atmosphere but not low enough to destroy any chance of mood. in the same way the music, which when we entered was pretty loud (probably due to the photoshoot), was turned down to make sure we could all hear any person on our table. Honestly touches like that really make the evening so much more enjoyable. Whilst it was pretty classy inside I loved that I wouldn’t necessarily have felt out of place wearing some smart casual trousers and flat shoes, it just felt like there were no pretensions. For me that is amazing, there is nothing worse then going to an eatery, a club or whatever and feeling like you don’t deserve to be there.

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As for the food, well if telling you we had two lots of starters before our main course doesn’t speak volumes for the quality of the food I don’t know what does. There was plenty to go around, and everything from the Spicy Chilli Edamame Bean to the Vegetable Spring Rolls was a wonderful experience for your tastebuds.

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The chefs and management at Kanpai seriously outdid themselves with their starters, and achieved a succinct and beautiful matching Asian delight. I was impressed with the speed that the starters came out, and there was no problems with us ordering in our very awkward fashion: Starter, Starter, Main without given any time to prepare anything else. Really well done for the starters:

  • Spicy Edamame Beans
  • Crab Cakes
  • Vegetable Spring Rolls
  • Some interesting, not to sure if I liked them/didn’t like them mango and vegetable parcels

Honestly, I can’t qualify if I like the last food item or not, I had one thought: “Not my thing,” and then went back for more because I’m sure it was.

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Main course, for me went a lot like the first course. I ordered:

  • Roast chicken in a spicy cream sauce with mushrooms and baby potatoes

It was delicious. But, and yes really this shouldn’t be a but, BUT: a) I wish the potatoes has been cooked a little longer and b) I felt like I could have had a much bigger portion. But then I’m a pig. Even after two loads of sharing platter starters I wanted more food, which does go to show how well prepared the food was.  We only had a slight problem with one dish, that thankfully wasn’t mine (evil laugh), that was slightly too cold but they rectified the situation immediately, and honestly it’s not even worth complaining about.

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As it was a birthday, they very kindly let me choose a desert for the birthday girl – my beautiful mum, and wrote: “Happy Birthday Veda” (surprisingly her name) on the plate. I chose the desert called Ka, or Fire which was some kind of cheesecake which was set on fire at the table. The photograph I have of it is not wonderful but you get the generally idea. I like they came out with a sparkler as well, and thankfully enough when I asked them not to sing happy birthday because my mum would have sunk under the table stayed true to their word and just brought it all out. Enough for her to be embarrassed, not enough for her to disappear – a good balance I think.

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If you want to book a table at Kanpai – which I strongly suggest visit their website or call them on 04-441-9262. Their opening times are 12pm – 2am.

A fabulous restaurant, with some amazing staff, food and just pure quality entertainment.

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To Kill A Mockingbird, Harper Lee – Review

” If there’s just one kind of folks, why can’t they get along with each other? If they’re all alike, why do they go out of their way to despise each other?” page 251

IMG_1760I’ll start of by telling you that I struggled with this book. I don’t for definite know the reason behind my struggle, I just didn’t want to pick it up after I would put it down, but when I did pick it up I wouldn’t want to put it down. It was for me a hard read, and took me a lot longer then a book of this size usually would. But, I’m still so glad that I read it because I seriously enjoyed this novel.

Harper Lee brings to life a glorious and humorous world of prejudice, race, violence and hypocrisy viewed through a child’s eyes.

When a white young woman is suspected to have been raped by a young black man, tensions fly in a 1930s town stooped with coloured prejudices and incorrect theories and gossip. Where race is what makes you who you are, and family name gives you standing Scout Finch alongside her brother Jem are plunged into an adult world which, quite frankly is just one big mess of grown-up irrational hypocrisy. Where one man, their father, begins to rise against the oh-so-typical standing that white is right and black is well black and therefore wrong and defends the alleged rapist. Scout and Finch must grow and come to terms with a world that doesn’t make any sense. A world that makes no sense, if like these two children you go with your gut instincts of morality.

Although perhaps a six-year-old Scout would not know half the words that come out in the writings of Lee and this does sort of hack away at the believability of it all, you can forgive it. You can forgive it because this book, written in the 1960s gives a voice to the children of generations who didn’t understand (quite rightly) the black and white issue. An issue that wasn’t an issue until they were grown and had the ideas placed in their heads by parents and other elders that mixing black and white was wrong. Until they were brought up to believe that some are born ‘better’ then others, which as a child you don’t even think about. You just want to play, or at least I did. I couldn’t have cared less if my friend was an interesting hue of blue so long as they knew how to play skipping rope.

Lee definitely has a unique way with her words and as she moves through the years within the books, and the difficulties Scout faces firstly from growing up and secondly from the backlash of the trial that brings about dangers of its own. This book is exciting and truly I hated putting it down, which is part of my issue with why I didn’t want to pick it up again afterwards. Part of me says the reason is, was that I had no way of knowing if I was going to like what I read next. I knew from what I had already read that Lee was an exceptional writer and her style and prose had me hooked, but was I, morally going to like what she was writing? Of course for some bits this turned out to be a no, but this book was made to be read.

It was made to be enjoyed and to be understood.

I don’t believe for one moment this is a book that should be forced upon school children, like we had Catcher of the Rye done to us (which still to this day makes me shudder at the sight of it) I think this book should be encouraged as a message. Even today there is a lot of racial tension and prejudice against people of all different colours and nationalities. But from the eyes of a child there is only one question that is asked, and that is why?

Hatred or fear for the sake of hatred or fear is pointless. It has no meaning, but still people fight one another for no clear cut reason other then that person is different.

Harper Lee brings up an interesting point towards the end of her book, and I think this will probably stay with me for a long time. Whilst the youngest Finch, believes that all people are the same the eldest has started to wonder if they are all the same. Because of judgements passed and views full of hatred shown how can people be considered a unified people, if some are not allowed to be a part of it. This idea of growing out of unity really reminded me why its so important that children are taught to accept and be accepted by others because growing up with the notion that others are different in a bad way, is no way to grow up at all.

I thoroughly recommend this book, it simply is wonderful.

To purchase on Amazon click here.

The Road Of The Dead, Kevin Brooks – Review

IMG_0866I’ve had this book since I was 15. That’s seven years of having it and, not reading it. I can’t really justify why I never read it, there was just something that seemed more exciting available on my book shelf. So, after a seven year waiting period I finally picked it up. I was originally worried that being 22 would impact how I read this book which lends itself to the ‘young adult/teen thriller’ genre, but I was pleasantly surprised.

To me, there are a lot of things that are right with this book, but there are also quite a few bits that are wrong as well.

The premise of this book is about two young half-gypsy brothers, both with sort of non-human talents, who discover their sister has been left naked, raped and strangled in a grey village in Dartmoor. Whilst Cole, the eldest of the two brothers has a way with his fists and can blank out his humanity to get answers Ruben has almost telepathic gifts. He can sense others feelings, he feels his sister’s death by whom he describes as The Dead Man and seems to understand why someone has done something before they do. They find themselves fighting to have their sister’s body returned to them so she can be laid to rest. What follows is these two young lads fighting to track down the culprit of the crime. When they finally get to the village they are met with hostility and defiance and discover that Rachel, their sister was murdered in a more complication and dangerous way then what they first thought. This book leads up to a pretty explosive finale, where all is finally revealed.

Trying to put the plot down on paper without giving too much away was a lot harder then I imagined. This book is full of twists and turns that leave the reader wanting more. Brooks’ creation and development of characters is almost perfect. Whilst I found myself feeling for the two title characters I did wish that sometimes Brooks’ would give just a little more to them. It’s difficult to justify this feeling with words but knowing their father was in jail for murder, which is brought up a few times in the novel, meant I had more questions about the characters that weren’t answered. Part of me wonders if because it’s a 22-year-old me reading the book, and not a 15-year-old me.

The book really is about vigilante justice, mainly coming from the eldest brother Cole Ford. Although I could sense some realism from the book I really felt that there was lack of credibility when it came to the consequences of vigilante actions. Some of the events that occur in the book I really felt would justify jail time as opposed to a quick beating, but artistic license is a wonderful thing. I also found it pretty ridiculously that a 17-year-old and 14-year-old could make such an impact on a village full of adults, but then again for a younger reader this probably wouldn’t sound totally bizarre.

This book is dark and can at some points make for uncomfortable reading, I’m not sure I would’ve coped that well with this book if I had been under the age of 15 when I read it, but I guess it really does depend on the maturity level of the person reading it. It’s a very enjoyable book though, if like me you can get over your problems of believability. Brooks’ has a way with words that can immediately transform a scene and cause a visual to pop straight into your head. He can define a place and describe it into a reality. As a reader I felt part of the fabric of the story and this is what gave this book to me it’s overwhelming and deeply emotional premise a base to stand on.

Although slightly chaotic as the book reaches its final with more of my credibility issues coming through Brooks’ does try to balance out the chaos with some interesting and realistic descriptions of occurrences. Graphic though it may be, I did begin to find myself swept away in it all and even though rational me knows that what is occurring in the books is so unlikely I couldn’t help but enjoy it.

One thing I didn’t enjoy however, was the ending. Now this maybe completely personal because for me I struggle with a lot of stories endings, to me there are never good enough. But this one was pretty dismal. It just kind of ended. Like a happily ever after ending and to me it didn’t fit with the book. Brooks’ had got himself in one place and was doing mighty well with it, then you turn the page and it was almost like you were reading a different book altogether. There was no way in mind that this book should have ended as it did, but I guess at the end of the day 15-year-old me would have accepted it and thought it was justifiably happy for all the crap the brothers had already been through.

Maybe that is the difference between me then and now though.

I would highly recommend this book though even with the disappointing ending, the rest of the book is well worth the read. I struggled though trying to think of a suitable age I would put this book out to. I saw on some website some kids as young as 11 reading it, and there is no way I would tell my niece whose about that age to read it. For me the concept of rape and strangulation along with some of the other gritty events that occur in this book would probably minimum say 14-years-old. But then again, today kids seems to be desensitised from such a young age maybe they wouldn’t find it as horrifying as I know I would have done aged 11.

To purchase this book by it here at Amazon.

Not That Kind Of Girl, Lena Dunham – Review

IMG_0844So this week, I went through two books the first was The Miniaturist, and next was this fantastmiscal (yes made up but necessary) book by Lena Dunham. In fact this little gem is so good, I read it in one day. I simply couldn’t put it down, and when I did it made my head hurt so I picked it straight back up so I could finish it.

Oh Lena, well done.

I am not a fan of Lena Dunham, I have never once watched HBO’s Girls which she writes, directs, and stars in as I just thought it looked boring. I would go as far as to say that when I saw the advert, I almost felt a bit sick. I sort of stuffed Lena Dunham into the category of: she’s there but I’m not bothered by her, in fact I can’t remember what she look like. Harsh, but a reality in my life. I do tend to categorise. Well I should have listened to my mum and dad when they said never judge a book by its cover, because how hilarious is this woman. Utterly hilarious is the answer.

This book is the correct mix of; shock factor – when she discusses her rape which she herself is confused about and some odd and slightly worrying bits about her sister, humour – all the other bits, and generally giving the air that you could get to know this woman and actually, maybe even surprisingly like her. Now I’ve read it I feel bad about how I sort of judged her before I even ‘got to know her’. You feel as if you can relate to Lena if not because some her weird confessions and hilarious anecdotes remind you of your own life but, because of her language. The way a friend talks to a friend, and not just a friend but someone they feel like they can really trust. And you, the reader feel sort of special because it seems as if she is discussing things that are usually keep confined inside.

Dunham is honest, and that counts for a lot.

In a world where so many people lie about the big things and so many lie about the small things, whether that’s in their books,  television, press or just their daily lives Lena Dunham seems, at least, to be epitomise honesty. From declaring that she had a weird sex dream involving her dad, yikes, to how she coped with therapy, Lena explores what it means to be a woman, the pros and the cons. Blanched with feminism, but supportive of men at the same time, she seems to have a rather quirky self awareness and she imparts the wisdom that she has ‘learned’ to all those who chose to read this.

I have never been a fan of autobiographies or any type of biographies at all, in fact I avoid them like the plague. I don’t really know why, they don’t tend to offend me or amuse me, but really I think why should I care that much about that person’s life. It’s not my business. It’s theirs, and personal life should be personal, even if you live in the public eye. You shouldn’t relive your childhood for a profit. But maybe once again, I’ve been too quick to judge. I would seriously consider reading another biography now, but I truly wonder if anyone can touch on Lena Dunham’s honest way of writing and her satirical self-deprecation which makes her, to me a person I would actually invest my time in. Any ideas for my next biography?

So bring it on, I’m off to buy Girls!

If you want to take a peek into Lena’s life you can purchase you copy of Not That Kind Of Girl here.

The Miniaturist, Jessie Burton – Review

IMG_0834This book has been well and truly hyped up. It seems to be everywhere since its publication. Hitting the bestselling list, week after week. Winning and being nominated for bits and bobs here and there. Translated into different languages across the globe it was sure to be an astonishing book.

Perhaps though, after having read so many wonderful and sometimes cryptic reviews I had my expectations a little too high, and this debut novel from Jessie Burton just couldn’t live up to it. That however, is categorically my fault and, although I was definitely swept away and found myself caught up in the Nella Oortman’s story I was left uninspired at the end. In fact, although Burton has this wonderful way of building suspense and creating hauntingly exquisite atmospheres I just wished I’d not read it to the end. Instead I would have settled for one chapter before it. But hey hindsight is a great thing.

Set in 17th century Amsterdam, 18-year-old Nella Oortman arrives to meet her new husband and begin a life as the wife of the wealthy merchant Johannes Brandt. As Nella’s wedding life begins with her husband basically avoiding her at every possible moment, she starts to wonder if this is all life has to offer. But, as her husband produces a wedding gift of a cabinet-sized doll’s house that is identical to the house they live in, Nella begins to learn secrets about her husband, her sister-in-law and herself. Employing a mysterious woman to create pieces for her little house, Nella’s life soon turns into a circus of chaos and harsh realities that this miniaturist seems to know before she does.

In some respects this book is absolutely fantastic, like I’ve mentioned before, Burton has a real gift for descriptions and creating suspense which, kept pages turning almost frantically trying to figure out what the heck is going on. It is haunting in so much that, you really can’t figure out what will be on the next page. And whilst this was great you do start to wonder, if everything this family has had happen to them could really happen to one family. It almost seems too much, too overwhelming, the different sorts of plot twists Burton undertakes; race, sex and feminism to name but a few and the clarity of which she often leaves these twists leave you no closer to understanding anything about them.

Her writing is so stunning, but the clarity of the book to me, was just not there. I got confused so easily, perhaps though that’s how my brain is, but I just couldn’t sort all the information I needed. Whilst Burton literally leaves you on the edge of your seat the ending is pretty dull. All of sudden everything has become clear, but in a none clear way. Confused? Me too. Everything you thought you knew you don’t. Long conversations that Nella is remembering, you don’t even realised happened because they aren’t in the book as far as I’m aware. Love, that you didn’t even know about is suddenly out in the open. And the escalation of the consequences of one character’s actions is almost dismissed. At least, that’s how I read it.

Still, there is something about this book, and about the way Burton tries, quite confidently I would say to hold her own. She does have a way with words, she has researched Amsterdam and also the actual Petronella Oortman doll’s house that inspired her novel, and she can write. I just can’t make myself like this book, but having said that I literally can’t wait for her next one.

To purchase this book visit Amazon!

The Book of Mormon, The Prince of Wales Theatre

Occasionally I’m left speechless by a performance. This is not the case with this show. In fact it is completely the opposite to how I’m feeling. It’s been two days now and I still can’t stop the occasional laugh that brews up within me when I think back to Tuesday night’s hilarious performance.

It was utterly fantastic.

I can’t explain to you how much I enjoyed this show, but heck I’m going to try. Here’s hoping the Latter Day Saints help me out a bit.

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The Prince of Wales Theatre is a stone’s throw away from Leicester Square as well as lovely restaurant Muriel’s Kitchen, which is a great place to stop off before the show. Check out my blog on it. It’s also opposite The Comedy Club, which I hope to check out soon!

The Book of Mormon is an ingenious production brought to us by the creators of South Park; Trey Parker, Robert Lopez and Matt Stone. It’s a musical religious satire piece that features two newly graduated Mormon missionaries, one, Elder Price whom believes his calling is in the magical place of Orlando and the other, Elder Cunningham who is a compulsive liar. A fantastic mix, which results in them being dispatched to a remote village in Uganda which is being terrorised by the exceedingly frightening General Butt-Fucking-Naked. A truly despicable human being who wears some wonderful cowboys boots alongside two lots of machine gun bullets wrapped around his upper half. Robbed by the General and made fun of by the locals the two missionaries meet the other missionaries who explain the with the wonderful help of Elder McKinley that they need to: “squash,” their feelings. The song Turn It Off is fabulous display of singing skill, humorous acting, in beat tap dancing, and some very pink waistcoats.

As Elder Price makes it his mission to leave, he is caught in a spooky Mormon hell dream featuring Hitler, Genghis Khan, Jeffery Dahmer and Johnnie Cochran as well as some rather fantastic devil onesies. When he wakes he realises that he cannot leave his companion, Rule 72, and he rushes back to try and help Elder Cunningham. Only to discover Elder Cunningham has, through the medium of imagination, help from the Hobbits and compulsive lying baptised all the villagers without Price and is now the hotshot of the Mormon missionaries.

As the Mormon President comes to celebrate the villagers being baptised all the truth comes out, through a very entertaining reenactment of the Mormon history with Elder Cunningham’s very interesting embellishments. Of course, the realisation that it was all a lie leaves the Ugandan missionaries ex-communicated from the Mormon church, and pretty stuck in the mud. Until they realise the they don’t need the Mormons, they just need each other. As with traditional soppy ending theatre performances it all ends happily, but with this musical it also ends with you laughing your socks off, and tears falling in a good way.

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There are three cast members in particular who are just fantastic in their roles. Of course two of them are the main characters.

Nic Rouleau as Elder Price is simply the best arrogant Mormon ever. He has the facial expressions that just make you cripple with laughter, and a voice that is utterly awesome.

Brian Sears as Elder Cunningham, just thinking about him makes me laugh. There is so much political incorrectness with this character but it’s not offensive, it hugely funny and Brian is just one of kind in this role. The specialness of him is magic.

Stephen Ashfield as Elder McKinley, without a doubt is my favourite. I can’t get enough of his suppression of his feelings for men, whilst simultaneously being the campiest and most feminine character. He’s entertainment factor is stunning.

Another mention should go to Gabrielle Brooks who was Nabulungi in the performance I went to see, her voice is smooth like silk and she has a wonderful range although sometimes I felt that she wasn’t completely comfortable in the role BUT and it is a big but that was only every now and then. As an understudy she was still incredible, and secretly I hope she gets more chance to play this role so she can come into her own more and more.

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GO AND SEE THIS NOW! I’ve helpful attached the website here, so you can go and book your tickets.

For more information on The Prince of Wales Theatre click here.

Muriel’s Kitchen, Leicester Square

So you want to eat out in Theatreland,London, but you want to avoid the overpriced and stuffy air that can come with some eateries in the West End. Ladies and Gentlemen, look no further then this little gem, which sits perched at the top of Leicester Square, Muriel’s Kitchen.

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This branch, one of three (the others are in SoHo and South Kensington) is perfect, if like me and my aunt you’re looking for a dainty and easy atmosphere, that serves fast but extraordinarily scrummy food. Picture it if you will, having dashed into Foyle’s Bookshop searching for a mosaic-ed map floor which seems to know longer exist since their move, desperately hungry but worried about missing the show they’ve book to see, two women scrambling around to find a restaurant. Well it wasn’t quite like that, but it was sort of close.

Deciding to eat relatively near to The Prince of Wales Theatre, meant walking through Leicester Square. And there on our right-hand side we saw balloons. Yellow balloons, welcoming balloons that called to us, and said: “Don’t worry, we’ll feed you,” and so they did. In we entered, and were greeted by what can only be described as a jumping/dancing waiter called Jack, full of energy and best of all saw we needed comfy seating. Leading us over to a sofa area, and sitting down you actually get the chance to look around, and for some reason, feel at home in the warm aura this restaurant brings.

www.crazyabouthome.com
http://www.crazyabouthome.com

I’m still now, trying to think of something I really can make a bad comment about with Muriel’s and so far I keep coming up blank. The service was incredibly lovely. Jack, the server was funny, polite and took all our orders promptly, and I’d like to point out without a notepad. Memory skills are always a good thing, especially when you remember the orders right. He was engaging, but without that oh-so-typical: “how’s the food,” that for some reason, lots of waiting staff seem to ask right as you put a piece of something in your mouth. The awkward question usually leading to an awkward thumbs up from me.

Plus, there are swinging seats.

www.murielskitchen.co.uk
http://www.murielskitchen.co.uk

Now I’m not all about the furnishings and quality of staff on this blog, I know that I need to get to food. Muriel’s Kitchen has a monthly chancing menu, which for the one on at the moment click here for.

So take a look.

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Pulled Pork Burger £11.95

This was my meal, and just looking at this picture is literally making me dribble. I could get on a train and go back to have this again, and again for possibly the rest of time. It was just scrumptious, the chips were perfectly cooked and came in a little flower pot which tickled me, almost senseless and the pork was, well as BBQ-ed as you’d ever need it. It was sticky goodness, and it came with extra sauce, which is something I always have to ask for, which is a bonus in my eyes. Less talking = more time eating. Although demolishing food has always been pretty easy for me, this meal was definitely filling. I ended up having to leave the buns because there was just so much meat. It was an outstanding burger.

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Chicken Skewers £7.99

Now this was my aunt’s food so I’m not technically sure how good it was, but the plate was clear and we were both pretty silent as we ate. Not silent in a bad way, but more the silence that fills the air when the food is too good and conversation just can’t compete. On a side note, the skewers this chicken came on is massive.

DESSERTS!

IMG_1460 IMG_1462 Yummy in my tummy.   This dessert was , so amazing. I was stuck between this Our Famous Carrot And Walnut Cake, £5.25 and some other dessert which now seems like ancient history in my mind. I’m so grateful that this is what Jack suggested because my goodness, this was a form of heaven. It was moist, it had flavour, the creamy bit on top and in the middle was just magically. And when I couldn’t fulfil my destiny in eating magnificent cake, that was just oh-so-big Jack kindly wrapped it up for me to munch right now. Honestly this cake is just wonderful, and I’m so happy I can still enjoy whilst I’m writing this post.

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Di’s dessert was apparently also pretty fantastic. One moment looking and I saw this interesting looking pot containing Bread And Butter Pudding, £6, with a little side of custard that was surprisingly plenty for the dish, the next it was empty. I think I was lucky I insisted on taking a quick snap before it got gobbled. It did smell absolutely wonderful, mind.

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Everyone meet Jack! Am-dram aficionado, food interpreter, comfort bringer to the sofas, dancer, and Kylie Minogue fan. What more could you want! Oh, there’s me.

When I got home from this amazing dinner, I did a bit of research about Muriel’s Kitchen and it made me like it even more then I already did. When I read the story behind the restaurant I though it would be a really nice add to this blog, as it just so personal.

Muriel’s Kitchen is run by a husband and wife team, called Charlotte and Sam. Charlotte’s grandmother was called Muriel and according to the website: “she was not only a brave and wonderful woman but an absolutely fantastic cook.” ‘Nana Muriel’s’ Kitchen was the: “heart of her home,” and this it seems is what Charlotte wanted to bring to London. And indeed, you do feel at home in Muriel’s. The food is cooked from scratch by chefs everyday and wherever they can, they use local and ethically sourced produce; from veggies to eggs, fish to chicken everything is thought through before it hits out tables.

You can’t ask for anymore. In case you interested check out their lovely website.

Or their Twitter. Facebook. Instagram.