I am too excited that the limbo that was Summer is over! Summer is great and all, y’know, when the sun is actually shining, but year after year I find myself gushing in my September blog posts about how incredibly happy I am to welcome in the Autumn.
Waking up after a night of reviewing not one, but two restaurants for dinner I was surprised (surprised in the sense of ‘what is wrong with my gargantuan appetite’ rather than it being unusual. It’s not) to find my stomach rumbling and ready for another day of tasty discoveries. Today I was heading South of The Thames in search of what you know to be some of my favourite varieties of food: pub grub.
Now I know that I’m a greedy guts, but I outdid myself recently reviewing not one, but two restaurants in one evening. Q and I spent the weekend in London after the metaphorical blogging buses had came at once and I (and my stomach) were called to the Capital to check out some new food experiences to share with you.
I sometimes think it feels as though every Brit has some kind of tie to Cyprus; whether they’ve been themselves or know someone (who knows someone) who has moved out there. I first visited Cyprus when I was 13 years old and my parents loved it so much that we returned every year until I was all grown up and flew the nest. My parents continued to visit, toying with the idea of joining those people who’ve made the move to live there.
How long does it take to achieve burger domination? 10 years, apparently.