In hot pursuit of the latest and greatest restaurants and watering holes, it is rare that I find myself in the same establishment twice.
Edible commitment issues at their finest.
It has taken almost two years for me to return to The Meat Co in Shepherd’s Bush and it has officially become one of the places that continually surpasses all expectations.
Time for a little blog love.
When the time came for my long overdue return visit, my lady friend and I were completely spoilt for choice. While some serious protein was a given from the get-go, I had forgotten how varied and rich the multipaged menu actually was.
To start, we indulged in some incredibly moreish chocolate & beetroot bread (if you’re going to carb load, there is no other way), curly boerewors-topped polenta, and braised rib meat cigars which melted inside their light mushroom-filled pastry casing.
Completely intoxicated on rib meat, we continued the affair all the way to the mains. For my lady love, a naked rib meat burger served with chips (normally served in brioche) while I opted to tackle sea and land via the rib meat scallop trio.
Aided by some incredible cocktails, we weren’t sure we had the capacity for dessert but the Madiba Charity malva pudding swayed us otherwise. Presumed to be Nelson Mandela’s favourite dessert, the sticky toffee-esque creation felt extraordinarily fluffy, moist, and indulgent all at once.
I would do it all over again without hesitation. And sooner, this time.
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I’m on a charity kick. I have been moving (therefore cleansing my life of everything I’m not attached to) and have been getting a real thrill from every trip I take to donate something new.
When Send It Now asked if I wanted to do a little more do-gooding, I could hardly say no.
Along with a few fellow bloggers, we are using the Send It Now service to pass around a Big Box of Good – each adding a sentimental item – which will eventually make a trip to the PDSA to raise money for the hugely deserving veterinary charity.
I’ve added my pristine House of Dereon leopard print dress (Beyonce animal print seemed hugely appropriate!) and can’t wait to see what good it will do.
Follow @sendit_now on Twitter to watch all the bloggers’ donations unfold!
For the collaborative sake of Zalando’s Festival competition, I broke the barriers of festival fashion.
I am a self-professed music freak but have limited patience for showerless hoards of drunks, so jumped at the chance to see Jessie J live as part of Somerset House’s ever-so-civil Summer Series festival.
The location I work myself to the sartorial bone twice a year seemed serendipitous for an an aural shot.
What I Wore:
Anna Field sandals & hat, House of Holland earrngs, Jeepers Peepers sunglasses (all from Zalando!)
White wiggle dress (old)
Intelligent Quartz Fly-Back Chronograph watch from Timex (it is my new favourite thing in life)
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I’m not even going to lie…it was the promise of fried pickles that got me to dinner at Chicago Rib Shack in Clapham.
As a woman with Yankee roots, I have grown increasingly tiresome of the so-called American restaurants in London. Whether it’s “Kentucky Fried Chicken” or the “Tinseltown Diner”, it all translates to bland bland bland.
Chicago Rib Shack is a happy exception. From its location (an expertly-lit underpass in Clapham) to its staff (refreshingly chatty and helpful), it stands out from the gimmicky pack.
With one of my favourite Americans in tow, we settled into a booth and embarked on one hell of a feast. To start, we ordered a wooden slab of starters; mediocre mac & cheese bites (the accompanying tomato jam was necessary), incredible little pulled pork spring rolls (with pickled cabbage and Scotch bannet sauce), and some seriously moreish spicy chicken wings (with blue cheese and celery).
Of course, our eyes were on the barbecue-coated prize. For the main event we chose to share the Ribshack Top 4 without realising it was probably enough meat for four…or forty. The spread included baby back, belly and beef ribs (HEAVEN) with a side of pulled pork.
We paired the aforementioned binge with a Tommy’s Margarita (a dangerous mix of El Jimador tequila, lime, and agave) and Raspberry Hard Lemonade (Haymans Old Tom gin, raspberries, and homemade lemonade), leaving just enough room for a few nibbles of sweet potato fries and my ultimate guilty pleasure, frickles.
Though there was room for improvement on the cheese and sweet potato front, I would recommend nowhere else in London for a meat feast than Chicago Rib Shack.
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