What I ate in LondonWednesday, 10 September 2014
I'm a huge fan of the Grub Street Diet posts from New York Magazine. Each Friday at 2pm, I log on to see who's been featured, and what they've spent the week eating. Usually, it gives me extreme New York based food envy - whether it's sandwich cookies from Jenny Slate, two Thanksgivings with Jessica Seinfeld or Chrissy Teigen's Starbuck's cup of red wine.
So, I thought that I'd do my own version after gorging myself senseless in London over a long weekend.
I was planning on the ceviche tostadas, but there was a special alternative with raw salmon, avocado, chipotle mayo and crispy onions. It was delicious. I also had the pulled pork tacos, and shared some of my friend's fried sweet potato chunks. I announced that I was getting churros for dessert, but was stopped by my mean friend, who said it was too late for sweets. It was actually a pretty good decision, because it was kind of late by the time we ate. We contemplated another mojito but instead had some rooibus tea in bed.
|Salmon tostadas in Wahaca|
Then it was all in for the street food. It was a tough decision, but in the end I went for the Don Macaroni mac and cheese from Anna Mae's, which I've been dreaming about for months, I swear. It was covered with crispy bits of bacon, basil oil and a basil leaf. It was deliciously rich, so much so that I had to stop eating it twice so I could hold my belly and moan for a while. For shame, because it wasn't even such a huge portion. I had it with a ginger beer from Hackney,
|Mac and cheese with ginger beer|
It kind of ruined my plans to get something else, but I did have dessert room, so I had a sea salted caramel ice cream from Sorbitium Ices. Oh man, it was divine. Really thick and creamy, with a hint of smoky salt. If I had been hungrier, I would have gotten a sundae from them, but I was alarmingly full.
|Sea salt caramel ice cream|
That evening, I went back to the fest for more. The worst part was I was still full from earlier, so I could only manage a portion of skin on triple cooked rosemary fries, with crumbled feta on top. The Greek van was serving up a halloumi flatbread which looked like the business, but again, see: fullness. We got a chilled bottle of cava from Sainsburys, and I stole two coffee cups from the machine so we could drink it down at the river, which was the best decision I've ever made in my life.
|Skin on rosemary fries with feta|
The night finished up with a few too many Coronas.
I did not feel great on Sunday morning. After a bit of groaning, a few more minstrels and crackers, I managed to check out and head to the airport. I swung by Boots and picked up some rehydration sachets, which I forced down outside Liverpool Street station. Hurrah! Hangover almost cured. What tipped me over the edge was the discovery that Patty and Bun have a location JUST over the road from the station. Nothing would have made me happier. I got a cheeseburger that bled all over me, more rosemary fries and I was just in heaven. One of the best burgers I've ever eaten (and possibly the messiest). All in all, a pretty good hangover cure.