poutine air canada
This side of the pond, I’ve had nothing but tragic poutine experiences.

The Canadian culinary favourite (think jazzed-up cheesy chips with gravy) has, in my experience, only ever been executed well by Canucks.

The Air Canada Poutinerie in Shoreditch, however, makes this week an exception.

To celebrate their #CoolNotCold Winter destinations, the airline has taken over a two floor cafe on Kingsland Road to dish up a wordly interpretation of Canada’s iconic comfort food.

The offering includes Boston’s Loaded Crab putine (fries, fresh crab, gouda cream sauce, scallions & blue cheese crumbles), Cancun’s Costa Maya Mole (sweet potato fries, queso fresco, mole sauce & micro coriander) and the unbelievable Portland’s Vegan Chili Fries (fries, Szechuan chilli gravy, bean curd, sesame & spring onion) – all priced at £3.50.

Every poutine purchase also rewards you with the chance to win two Air Canada flight to any destination of your choice from its network of over 200 #CoolNotCold destinations on six continents (all you need to do is post a picture of your poutine on Instagram or Twitter with the hashtag #CoolNotCold, tagging @aircanada)!

For the price, quality and vibes (I was having so much fun I didn’t realise they were closing until I had to be thrown out) it can’t be missed.

(The shop is open until this Saturday (December 11th) at 52-56 Kingsland Road, London and poutine fans new and old are welcome to set down their Canadian beer or wine to enjoy a virtual reality experience which transports them from the mean streets of London to the skies of an Air Canada flight while you’re there.)



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one new change
It’s finally here, mi amigos. The day I get to pop the champagne and announce my brand new partnership with One New Change as their Instagrammer In Residence!

Over the next year, I will be sharing my favourite parts of One New Change through @lelalondon and @onenewchange (so make sure you’re following both!) and holding four exclusive Instagram masterclasses to meet and treat you all at the luxe retail destination.

Their panoramic roof terrace has long been my favourite hidden gem for indulgent London ‘me time’ but their sixty-plus shops (Topshop, Oliver Bonas, et al) and sensational restaurants make this twelve month alliance a genuine dream come true.

Thank you all for your support and stay tuned for much more!



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Lash Perfect Lash Lift
When I threw that shot without makeup up on Instagram, I didn’t realise how truly phenomenal the Lash Perfect Lash Lift was going to be.

As someone with naturally long but ‘heavy’ eyelashes, my friends and acquaintances will comment that I look tired without makeup or a good lash curling. Unfortunately, when an expensive lash curler snapped mid-curl (and next to my eye) a few months ago I developed a small phobia of the devices.

It seemed, without investing in the hassle of eyelash extensions, I would have to subject my face to simply looking a little bit sleepier from then on.

The Lash Bar‘s Lash Lift honestly changed everything. Without makeup, the Lift gives the impression of full and fluttery lashes. Volume and all.

Though a patch test is required (as it should always be with most cosmetic treatments), the process is pain-free, pregnancy-safe, and a great excuse to add a nap to your day. There is also no down time (bar 24 hours of no lash-to-water contact), no real care requirements, and the results have lasted months with no visible difference as new lashes grow in.

Tangle Angel Pro
From an OCD perspective, I hate having things ‘out’ on my dresser. All but a few aesthetically-planned fragrances or oils tend to stay on show. Until this Tangle Angel Pro came along and delighted my hair as much as my eyes.

The heat and water-resistant brush is a detangler on crack. The scientifically developed blade-shaped bristles flex in opposite directions to loose tangles gently while its unique anti static earthing strip minimises flyaways and helps you master a truly banging blow dry.

For my naturally renegade ringlets, it has been a godsend.

Beauty Boulevard Glitter Lips
It doesn’t get any better than glitter lips for my fellow unicorn types. This product – which has remarkable staying power – has the power to transform a bare face into babe face in literal seconds. The colour, comfort, and durability meet every expectation you could possibly want and the glitter – compared to other sparkle-toting competitors – cannot be beat.

Forbidden – their intense red shade – is my dream come true.


Unbeknownst to my former self, one of my favourite Londoners managed to eat her way through years in this multicultural mecca without ever trying Indian food.

That is, until I got involved.

Wanting to introduce her to one of my all-time favourite cuisines, I hedged my bets on the rave reviews of Thali‘s traditional North Indian faire and booked in a dinner date.

Playing our respective parts as the spice-fearful (my date) and Kashmiri-obsessed (sup), Thali beyond delivered.

Over a bottle of red, we sampled their lightly spiced grilled scallops, mint & coriander packed spicy crab patties (a moreish delight) and vegetable samosas before diving into the deep end of their spiciest waters.

For myself, the Goan fish curry (Cod fish matured in my beloved Kashmiri red chillies, coconut & tamarind) met every complexity its spices demanded. For my chilli-wary pal, however, the comforting chicken tikka makhani (herbed butters, fenugreek, creamy fresh tomato sauce, et al) provided the perfect cherry pop to a well overdue culinary exploration.

Even if I managed to clear the dish of cumin-spiced saag paneer (with spinach and garlic) before her Peshwari Naan got the chance to scoop so much as a paneer cube.

As a concession of curdlessness, the delivery of a small Indian rice pudding coaxed my date into fully-fledged Indian fandom.

Though they’re not reinventing the wheel, Thali’s authentic dishes offered more than an introductory meal demanded and managed to delight my customarily experimental culinary impulses through the very last grain of sweetened rice.



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As I watched a group of bodycon-clad women pose in front of a photo booth and a table of my friends chasing mozzarella sticks with surprisingly good wine, I could hardly believe I was at Gala Bingo.

Until last month, I hadn’t so much as stepped foot in a bingo hall. Now I was spending my all- important Friday night in one.

Being the lifelong ‘Yes Woman’ I am, I didn’t expect much more than an activity checked off my unfulfillable bucket list. Yet – as blog posts dictate – found myself pleasantly surprised.

A few hours before I touted my blow-up flamingo across London (don’t worry – we’ll get there), I entered Gala Stratford with a small group of fellow bingo virgins and fell down the rabbit hole of square-stamping thrills.

With preconceived notions of old men falling asleep on stacks of bingo sheets throughout Britain’s disused town halls, Gala surprised me.

The launch of their new and improved game is spread across 14 pages (instead of 11, gives players more of a chance to win, and has jackpots of £20,000.

Knowing it was our first time, the host spent extra time with us to show us around the gargantuan club, set us up at a birds-eye view table in the bar, and explained how things work in the unpredictably intense world of number-shouting brain games.

I can honestly say we had the time of our lives.

With no fortune to speak of at the game’s break, we ordered a selection of the menu’s simple but classic dishes and enjoyed them through the second half of our hilariously poor efforts.

Filled with competitive adrenaline, the night continued with a decent photo booth session, lots of laughs, and many a dance with blow-up flamingo props the manager decided to offer us in pity.

Win or lose, I can categorically say I had more fun at Gala than I’ve had in some of London’s most sought after clubs.

And is anyone with a blow-up flamingo really a loser?

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