In Review: West 36, London

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My Snapchat from a less-than-casual lunch at West ThirtySix was shared and seen by over 120,000 Londoners in less than 24 hours.

A modern day seal of approval for a delightful little retro townhouse.

I had been hearings bits and bobs about West ThirtySix (West 36/W36) for a while but only in regards to its drinking culture. While West Londoners have been flocking to their Chesterfields to sip the evenings away, the brasserie’s food has taken an accidental backseat.

Out of curiosity, I booked in for lunch.

On the second of four floors my best guy friend and I settled in to their covered terrace (read: greenhouse) to enjoy the surprise sunshine and – hopefully – the food.

Sipping a peach and quince bellini (THE ONE) while side-eyeing a Pomeranian nibbling a salad on the other side of the terrace, I threw my light lunchtime fantasies out the window and decided ‘go big’ before going home.

We kicked our exceptionally long lunch off by sharing chargrilled squid (scattered through peas & chilli) and fall-off-the-bone smoked maple & chipotle chicken wings.

Next, the Snapchat-worthy mains; for the gentleman, an organic Hereford fillet of beef (aged for 39 days) with a side of molten mac ‘n’ cheese and a Full Marks (their deliciously-spiced Manhattan). For me, an enormous wooden slate of fresh lobster with shoestring fries and garlic & hazelnut butter.

Because how often does a lady get to enjoy lobster and sunshine in Westbourne Grove?

Lobster-wise, the majority of the flesh was prepared to be scoopable but I had to get all hashtag-#FloridaGirl on the claws.

After entering a food coma, Mr. Neverfull somehow coerced me into dessert. I immediately assumed this would be a regret but the second the pink champagne jelly-topped creme brulee arrived I was forever grateful. Alongside their ‘chocolate bar’ (a cake-like slice of lacquered peanut crunch chocolate served with salted ice cream), the creme brulee made West 36 a dessert place for non-dessert people.

Boy, do I need some pink champagne jelly right now…

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Giveaway: Win a £300 John Lewis voucher!

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The summer is finally here and – after the long winter months – it is time to start getting out into the sunshine!

Everest know that sometimes three is better than two (their triple glazing for instance) and this is definitely the case when it comes to the weekends!

So, for the chance to win a £300 John Lewis voucher to help you enjoy the next few months of Summer (one can hope!), Everest and I want to know how are you planning on enjoying your next long summer weekend (the bank holiday on August 31st!)?

Enter below and give your answer in the comments to be in with a chance of winning.

Good luck!

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In Review: Tart, London (A Picnic in the Park!)

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Experiencing a heatwave in London is about as common as finding someone who loves waiting for busses.

Alas, offices and their employee’s social accounts were all a-Twitter last Friday when the UK was clued in to a weekend-long heatwave. Like every other Briton, I decided to go to a park. Specifically, Clapham Common. Though I don’t consider the Common to be ‘a sight to see’, it is very conveniently located across the street from Tart and I had been waiting for a good afternoon to try out one of their picnic hampers for weeks.

With Gatsby in tow, The Manfriend and I trekked over the river, picked up our hamper (pausing to have the tarts warmed), and settled into a sun-drench patch of grass nearby.

Tart’s sturdy hampers can be ordered in packages for two or four people and are packed with a picnic blanket, cutlery, recyclable plates, and glasses. Not forgetting the food itself.

I am not a fan of traditional quiches or pies so wasn’t quite sure whether I’d enjoy the tarts themselves but they surpassed all expectations. After popping open our bottle of Prosecco, we halved the chorizo, roast pepper, tomato, goat’s cheese & pesto and leek, portobello mushrooms, pine nuts & feta tarts to share between us and scooped multiple pots of salad onto our plates, creating a rather English mezze platter.

While I worried the tarts would be too doughy, bland, or wet (this seems to be the case with every quiche I try), they were so flavourful and moreish that we could have happily polished off two more later in the evening. And the day after.

Every bite of chorizo – chased by the fennel, grapefruit, pomegranate, watercress, chicory & sumae dressing salad – felt like a mouthful of Summer.

After a few runs around the picnic blanket with Gatsby and some new four-legged park friends, we moved onto our boxed desserts; an extraordinarily rich banana and toffee brownie and the best red velvet cake I’ve ever had.

Come at me, heatwaves.

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