As I’ve said before, I enjoy eating clean, healthy food. However, the most important rule for sticking to your routine is to allow yourself a treat (or two) from time to time.
Luckily enough, my (fashion) free will is not limited by compulsory formal attire during weekdays. I work in a holiday company which operates a smart-casual dress policy and I am often in the mood for brightening up the office.
Finally, on the first day of Autumn I decided to go for a flowery dress to see Summer off properly!
We kept promising one of our friends that we’d go visit her in St Albans but if you’ve read my previous posts you would know our weekends are pretty busy. So after work on Friday we hopped on the train and went to celebrate the end of the working week with some burgers and a cosy catch-up.
We met our friend at the station and braved the hill leading to the town centre. No need to say we were famished by the time we got there!
What better way to address this than by paying a visit to Bill’s burger place?
The place benefits from some really nice decor and pretty reasonable prices for a variety of meals.
I ordered a refreshing elderflower ice tea, followed by a naked burger (no bun, still lots of foodie fun) with mixed salad and tzatziki.
We kept it short and sweet, so we just went for a brief walk around the town centre before we made our way back to the station.
The chill didn’t take away any of the charm! We’ve made a few more promises, most notably dropping by again to explore the town’s Traditional Street Market dating back to the 9th century.
To be continued…
Our Saturday schedule was pretty busy so Vera and I got ready quickly and had coffee on the go. After we made our way to Kensington, we made use of the last month of concessions before our student cards expire at the end of September. We got ourselves bargain tickets to the Wedding dresses exhibition at the V&A, but even the full price would have definitely been worth it.
It hasn’t even been a week since I’ve been back in the UK and the adventures have begun…
I’ll start at the very beginning. Vera and I know each other from university and we were lucky enough to get a job in the same company. We arrived back in the UK following our month-long summer vacation and we had to stay in a hotel as we had absolutely no idea where we would live… We only had 7 days to find a house to rent before we started work.
Luckily, just when we were starting to despair, something turned up. We moved in with our numerous suitcases (oh, so many shoes) and we hadn’t even settled in before we felt a pull towards Soho. We simply had to go out and celebrate immediately!
Vera had to see some of her friends, and I met with my fellow Londoner Irene who is a passionate good food enthusiast (just like me!) and after a short stroll down our favourite Wardour Street, we decided to go for Thai at Busaba Eathai.
Unfortunately, my battery died on me and I am embarrassed to admit that I had to source these photos from the web (not very pro-blogger-like, I know).
Anyway, I had Sen Chan Pad Thai (rice noodle with prawn, peanut, egg, green mango and crabmeat) which looked something like that:
We just couldn’t refuse a side to go with our noodles, so we ordered some vegetable spring rolls to share:
Even after the spring rolls, something was still missing. We went across the street to Cafe L’Eto for desserts.
I had the pleasure of tasting the green tea cake (left), and Irene had the fruit and walnut cake (right). The only criticism I would like to remark on was their insufficient size, i.e. they were too good, but nowhere near big enough!
After dinner we found ourselves in a desperate need of a calorie-burning activity so we took a walk around Soho. We were contemplating finishing off with a cheeky glass of wine in Vinoteca but it was a bit busy.
Fortunately, Vera called just in time to ask us if we would like to join her and her friends for drinks in a club in Marylebone and gave us directions to the venue. Little did we know that the place was actually a very exclusive members’ club called Home House, located at 21 Portman Square.
Irene and I had our hands full of bags from hitting the shops on Oxford Street earlier and were a bit underdressed for the occasion, so we couldn’t help but feel somewhat out of place. We were just discussing turning back when someone behind us said, ‘You must be Vera’s friends, if you would follow me please.’ We were too shocked to even say anything, so we just looked at each other and went inside.
It turned out this was an actual member who was a friend of a friend … and so we got in.
21 Portman Square was built in 1778 and since has been occupied by various people of importance before it became Home House, a blend of the old and the new providing a swanky private lounge for its members and their guests.
If you don’t happen to be as lucky as I was, you can always get some (limited) access to the club by visiting the website. Obviously, a real visit is preferable, so do get your charming hat on, and get networking!
On a sunny Saturday morning my three girlfriends and I went on a trip to the zoo. It was something I wanted to tick off my list of things to do before going back to the UK, so my girlfriends had to oblige, albeit they arrived an hour late.
After our small flock had finally gathered, we continued our trip down memory lane.
The marmoset monkeys were ignoring us, so naturally, one of my *completely sane* friends decided to attract their attention by making loud and very weird monkey sounds in close proximity to the fence of their cage, eventually scaring off all the little kids who were innocently enjoying themselves.
The monkeys scared us in turn when all of a sudden they went from being completely oblivious of our existence to rushing towards the fence and communicating back.
Our next encounter was much friendlier. Dessi, a female brown bear, was waving at the onlookers.
However, only later did we realise, that Dessi was only putting up an act to distract us all while the male bear was trying to make a run for it. Not an altogether pleasant thought…
We moved on to the more relaxed grazers.
When we were ready for some more excitement we swung by the big cat section of the park…
… but it turned out they weren’t in the mood to entertain us much more than the herbivores.
So we monkeyed around some more and made our way back to the city.
We went to our favourite rock club where we had a few Bloody Marys and some unexpected shots (compliments from the bar).
It was a great day to end summer on. I waved goodbye to my hometown and started packing for my new home-to-be.