VALENCIA, FLAVOUR STYLE!

Life is too short for regrets. One should never feel sorry for bouts of recreational debauchery, unless of course one is campaigning to be the next Prime Minister. With grey, politically volatile London taking its toll on Mr and Mrs Flavour, we spanked the credit card and booked a cheeky weekend in Valencia. Armed with…

A TASTE OF HUNGARY AT TURUL PROJECT

Sundays are typically as productive as a Parliamentary vote for Mr and Mrs Flavour. Just as most couples, we like to Netflix and chill under the duvet until our hangovers subside. When the good people at the Turul Project invited us to their Sunday evening pop-up, we were out of bed quicker than the mythological…

HEARTY BRITISH FAYRE AT HOLBORN DINING ROOM

Mr Flavour has been spending a lot of time on the internet recently. He sits there quietly, phone in hand, with his mouth agape, drooling as he ogles pictures of tasty little beauties. I’m talking of course about Calum Franklin’s magnificent pies, which grace the pages of Instagram like the pastry equivalent of really, really,…

A SATISFYING SUPPER AT SAPONARA

Feeling a bit knackered from a busy week, we treated ourselves to a night out locally. A few drinks later, we arrived slightly too late at our favourite comedy club, the Bill Murray, only to find the house was full. This was no laughing matter, forcing us to drown our sorrows with a neighbourhood pub…

A RETURN TO INDULGENCE AT RITORNO

January eh? What a load of rubbish! Depleted bank accounts, Baltic temperatures and a desperate battle to shift the excess poundage which magically appeared over the festive season. Panicked by tumultuous events at Parliament and news of a 97-year-old man terrorising the British highways, we felt compelled to cheer ourselves up with some decadence. There’s…

A JOLLY GOOD TIME AT THE JUGGED HARE

Let’s face it, 2018 has been a crazy year for us all. The dreaded B-word, the orange man in the Whitehouse, Novichok, GDPR and drones were all actively chipping away at our collective calm. Thank goodness Sir Attenborough is still in great health. We all deserve a little treat and we got ours in the…

BRINGING DOWN THE HOUSE AT BUNGA BUNGA

A Friday night out in Covent Garden was never going to be a quiet affair. When the good folk at Bunga Bunga welcomed us and some close friends to enjoy a front-row table at their famed Italian Circus dinner-show, we knew we were in for a wild night. Coats taken, we were ushered downstairs to…

A TEMPTING TASTE OF TRATRA

Keen to start our last Saturday night on the right foot, we scored a table at TraTra, the basement bistro bar at the Boundary Project in Shoreditch. Joined by our friends, we sipped our crisp sparkling chardonnay and marvelled at the vibrant dining space. The long room features a glass fronted working kitchen along one…

SONGFUL SUNDAY BRUNCH AT THE PIANO WORKS, WEST END

They say the hair of the dog is the best cure for a hangover. Well, last Sunday we opted for the full glossy coat, tail and at least two of the legs. Feeling a little jaded from the night before, we slipped past the velvet rope, down the red carpeted stairs and into the glitzy…

THE GREATEST MEAL WITH THE GREATEST SNOWMAN

Having enjoyed our previous visit to Pedley Street Station so much, Mrs Flavour and I decided to embark on another railway themed immersive dining experience from the clever folk at Funicular Productions. With a wintry chill in the air and mulled wine gently warming our insides, we boarded the train to Birmingham Christmas market and…

A BITE-SIZED TALE OF BRIGADIERS

As a food loving couple based in London, we find ourselves overwhelmed with choice and busy with indulgence where restaurants are concerned. It’s been months since we ate at Brigadiers and although their menu has changed, we felt obliged to share tales of our experience at this heavenly restaurant. Regular readers of our blog will…

PASTA GALORE AT LINA STORES

Following a rare Friday night in, Mrs Flavour and I awoke with an apparent case of sobriety induced delirium. Forgetting all prior knowledge of how London works, we set off on a pre-Christmas Saturday shopping trip to the West End. Madness! After less than an hour of braving the Oxford street mosh pit, we threw…