Eating, drinking & being merry...in Singapore and beyond
I finally made it to a Shake Shack. It didn’t change my life, but it’s a solid burger. I was pleased. #latergram
When you stop off at the market for fruit & veggies and it starts pissing down rain, there’s really nothing left to except wait it out with some kopi, kaya toast and eggs
On my way to see this little guy & super excited, but also a little scared. Based on this pic from his sitter yesterday, I’m going to be in trouble
London doing maximum London-ness on my last morning here...
Not the most photogenic dish, but decadent & yummy - every mouthful felt like a hug 🤗
When semi-aimless a.m. wandering reveals empty tables at Ottolenghi, there’s only one thing to do. This shakshuka was glorious. 🙌
Had dinner at one of my favorite spots in London last night. The Jerusalem artichoke soup was nice, but the Montreux sausage with bacon, an egg & greens missed the mark for me (mostly due to saltiness and texture issues).
I don’t know why The Eye looks like it’s about to fall over in this pic. I assure you, it’s fine.
Huevos fritos. Honestly? Better in my memory than in real life.
Yeah...knock it off. Coincidentally, a few hours later I came across this: “Legend has it that after handing over Granada, on his way to exile...the last Nasrid sultan, Boabdil, stopped atop a hill and after looking down on the court city, shed a few tears. His mother, Sultana Aixa, said: ‘Now you weep like a woman for what you could not defend like a man.’ That spot has been known as ‘the Moor’s sigh’ ever since. “