And then you come back to your home city and watch a lot of iPlayer, go to your local drinking haunts and never make the most of where you actually live?
I’ve been making a bit more effort to do stuff in London this year – and when I can combine ‘culture’ with some awesome food in the environs, all the better.
There’ve been a lot of glowing reviews in the press about the Tate Britain rehang (hung vs. hanged btw – hanged is purely for murder by the neck – I never knew that.) I went the other day – and while I can safely say that I know less than nothing about art (or rather I instantly forget any art fact as soon as I’ve read it) – the rehung main collection was brilliant (well, up until about the 1980s when I think it all goes to shit.)
There were so many paintings that struck me – but for the sake of brevity, check out my three faves:
I am SO putting those two ladies in my next book.
Still, there’s only so much art a dilettante can take – and so the really good news is that less than 15 minutes walk from the gallery is A Wong, a Chinese restaurant that has been getting rave reviews. It was so great I took my mum and dad back there the following week for lunch.
They do fantastic dim sum – only at lunch – and a regular menu at dinner. Highlights of what we ate are as follows:
An epic prawn cracker, that didn’t look like any other prawn cracker I’ve encountered in my many years of hanging out with prawn crackers:
A luscious, delicate, smokey sesame buttered chicken and cucumber salad:
An amazing hot, salty yet mild Yunnan style fried cheese served with Sichuan pepper salt:
(Does your heart sing when you see the phrase ‘fried cheese?’ Mine does, though perhaps it’s the first signs of cardiovascular disease.)
A very sweet yet deeply savoury crisp-on-the-outside, fluffy on the inside barbeque pork bun:
Killer Scottish beef rump fried noodles:
Something I forget the name of, I was so transfixed by its prettiness:
And a magical melting pudding. I was so high on food happiness that again I forget the exact description – I think it was tobacco smoked banana, nut crumble, chocolate, soy caramel sauce. Either way – now you see it:
Still there, just about:
Now you don’t:
A hot mess – a very very fine hot mess indeed.
The service was excellent too – and the prices were nowhere near as expensive as the food looks. A total find in the backwaters of Victoria – and the perfect reward following a self-improvement session at The Tate…