gastronomic glee

As a belated birthday present, mama and I went for lunch at a fantastical/incredible/fairy-tale/stunning/gorgeous (delete as appropriate) restaurant called Sketch last week. The decor of the building is sensational (it used to be a Christian Dior showroom) and we ate in the sumptuous Lecture Room and Library, which was like a dream.

This was just the starters. For two of us. Woah.

There were so many quirky details, like the amazing toilets (above), sharon fruit sushi, cardamom marshmallows, olive oil jelly...it was a food snob's paradise. When we left, we passed the Parlour (where I am most definitely returning for afternoon tea when I'm next in that neck of the woods) and were given some free macarons to take away with us (in case the 5-course lunch hadn't fully satisfied us, I suppose).

Also, what is it about foreign waiters that makes them just so irresistibly charming?!

happy christmas!

A true British Christmas ought to be all about FOOD. It should be a day of joyous excess and carefree over-indulgence in the form of turkey, mince pies, stuffing, parsnips, pigs in blankets...oh, and Brussels sprouts, I suppose.

In the spirit of things, the beautiful London restaurant Sketch is offering gorgeous Alice in Wonderland-themed hampers to fulfil our every gluttinous desire. Nom nom nom.

Merry Christmas everyone! DO eat far too many mince pies and spoil your dinner, DO load up your plate to mountainous levels, DO swamp your food in gravy and bread sauce, and DO collapse on the sofa afterwards eating cheese and drinking port whilst battling through a food coma. Eat, drink, and be merry my friends!