Author: Sarah Kemp

The best places to eat pasta in London

I only started ordering pasta in restaurants around 5 years ago. Why? Because over the years, I’d clearly been frequenting some shocking Italian restaurants, thinking I was Barry Big B******s because I was dining out. I remember when it all changed, however. This joint isn’t on the list because recently I went back to the scene of the beautiful crime and I was devastated to see that the friendly Italian man who used to give me free slithers of cheese as I waited for him to cook the best goddamn ragu I had ever tasted, had gone. Arguably the best ragu anyone would ever taste (even my mate in Melbourne who visited a few years ago still tells me she’s trying to recreate it) is now a distant memory. Finito. Kaput. Anyway, why dwell on the past when you can so easily look to the ever so tasty future? I have compiled my top 5 for now, although this will likely grow as I make my way around more restaurants once full Covid restrictions have …

Rejuvenation Facial at Suedey Salon

Hands up, who suffers from adult acne?! I hear ya. I made it through 33 years of my life without ever having more than one stubborn little red screaming tyke on my face at any one time. But during lockdown, one tyke multiplied and asked its friends over to the party. And party they did, completely disregarding any kind of social distancing rules. I spent hours trying to figure out what was causing my skin to have erupted, like a dormant volcano that had come to life after 100s of years. And I feel embarrassed to admit this, but I wonder whether anyone has been as naive as me, not to realise that the hormone I had been pumping my body with for so many years, was preventing these little mountains of hell from springing up whenever they bloody well want. I stopped taking the pill in October and was blissfully unaware for around 6 months of what was in store. I had been taking the combined pill since I was 16 but switched to …

Innovative tasting with The Wine List

Wine. I love it. Like, really love it. But even after being educated by an old boss of a restaurant I worked at in Melbourne, who had an encyclopaedic knowledge of the stuff, and having consumed what could be considered a small river of wine over the years, I’m still not totally sure I know everything I need to. I have threatened myself a number of times – to spend money on learning the proper way, but have backed out every time, as other hobbies stole my spare time… and cash! Recently I was contacted by The Wine List, a discover & education-focused wine subscription box, aimed at the amateur enthusiast who is looking to level up their knowledge. They offered to send a trial box so I could check it out. Sounds like me. I’m in. The premise is simple. Every month, members get: Two amazing bottles: (priced around £15-20 retail) and they value lesser known regions, grapes and winemakers Wine Roots: The Wine List’s wine course programme: 12 lessons explaining key concepts from …

In a world where you can be anything, BE KIND

Sarah here 👋. We sent this out as a newsletter at the end of Feb (if you want to sign up you can here) and I decided to hijack this post (sorry Seth, although I’m sure you’re out there somewhere happily sipping on some wanky mocktail), as I wanted to speak out after having felt the effects of the ridiculously sad and untimely death of Caroline Flack a couple of weeks ago. Anyone who has signed up to our newsletter probs did so to get tips on how to get less wasted in London, but there has been a lot of talk around mental health over the last week or so and I wanted to take a minute to talk about this. The topic itself is so multifaceted and I do want to caveat that my suggestions below are merely a guide – if you’re suffering in any way, we’re definitely here for you, but also recommend that you seek professional help. Over the last week there has been an incredible amount of press surrounding …

24K Magic at TRAMP

There’s just something about community that makes me go all gooey inside. We don’t have enough of it in the world these days. I remember sitting in my grandparent’s house as a kid lapping up their stories of street parties and deep friendships with neighbours. I can’t deny we live in different times now, but there is a large part of me that craves it. And it is probably this reason I prefer team sports to solo sports and why I am rather fond of going out to a venue and knowing I’ll bump into a friendly face when I get there. You might be wondering where I’m going with this, but bear with me reader. You see, you’d think the only places that have even a whiff of community these days are members’ clubs. But I don’t necessarily agree with that. I am a member of a club (which I absolutely love and is amazing in so many ways), but does it have a real community? I haven’t really found one yet, despite going …