You can tell how good it is by the length of the queue. Most Saturday lunch times at my dear Borough markets you’ll have to part with at least 10 minutes to get your hands on one. Milling around it you’ll find all sorts with big cameras, fanny packs and wide eyes. There’s a sound […]
boy food
I’ve come to learn a little bit about boy food. It’s only taken around seven and a half years of being with The Hungry One, but I think I’ve finally cracked it. It’s been a bit of a steep learning curve. Where I’d happily subsist for months on fennel fronds, cold prawns, smoked trout, a […]