Author: Sarah Kemp

Car park dining at its finest – WILDFLOWER, Peckham

I don’t think I can keep up with the rate London changes. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing and it’s definitely what makes me love this city so much. The last time I went to Peckham, the multi-storey car park was merely an empty space with a cheap Campari bar with a good view on the roof. Last Friday however, turned out to be a shock when I visited Wildflower. Hailed by Time Out as one of London’s best new restaurants, this veggie / vegan heaven was top of my list of places to try. Not that I’m vegetarian, or vegan for that matter… but that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate a great meat free dish. So off lunch.money and I trotted off to Peckham Levels. It was the launch night of open studios, so it was fairly busy around the building. Wildflower however wasn’t quite full when we arrived – but was on its way there – diners making their way to eat well executed veggie fare, drink innovative cocktails and listen to …

Coresport – The best exercise shirt in the world?

Have you ever attempted to do a cardio workout in a cotton t-shirt? If you have, I’m pretty sure you’ll have winced just reading that sentence. The claggy (good word, right) sweat that literally clings to your body as you attempt to writhe out of the shirt is something to behold. Or not… I learned the hard way when I was relatively new to running. I went out on what I thought was going to be an innocent jog in the sunshine, but half way through – and when I say halfway I mean about 500m – the shirt started to stick to me in places nothing should ever stick to. I was a sweaty mess and my t-shirt just wasn’t giving me the benefit of the doubt. Fast forward a few years and I’d like to think I’ve learnt a thing or two about appropriate training gear. So when I was asked if I wanted to review a top that claims to be the ‘world’s best workout shirt’, which apparently cools you down the …

Cignale Enoteca, Tokyo

  You’d think that a self confessed raw fish obsessive who has booked a trip to Tokyo would want to spend each day – morning, noon and night – slurping up every silky seafood slither in sight. Right? Well, I thought so too, until I made my 10 year dream trip to Tokyo a reality. Why? Because on the flight there, good old lunch.money told me that whatever the Japanese turn their hand to, kitchen based or otherwise, turns out to be the best in the world. So when I came across the 2016 Monocle Restaurant Awards list and saw that the number 1 spot had been awarded to a small rustic restaurant in Tokyo, run by Japanese chef, Toshiji Tomori, who spent 4 years learning his trade in Italy, there was no question I would be booking it. It may not have a Michelin star, but anyone who goes to Tokyo with bookings only at spots recommended solely by the foodie elite, are a bit stupid in my eyes. It’s not to say I …

Two Michelin starred dining at Ren, Tokyo

“I literally have no idea where this place is”, I mumbled as I wandered down a dimly lit alleyway in Tokyo’s upmarket Shinjuku district, spying thorough windows of restaurants that were not the one we were looking for. It was 5.30pm and we had been saving ourselves for dinner most of the day. And I was on the verge of severe hanger. Luckily, lunch.money saved us both by popping into a local bakery to ask directions. The young cashier took his phone, turned it around what must have been about 5 times and scratched her head. Finally, her eyes lit up and she ran out of the shop, gesturing for us to follow her. She took us down a side road and pointed to an unassuming doorway, which looked like it belonged to a block of flats. This was to become a common occurrence on our trip, we soon realised. Once we had finally located the restaurant, we waited outside before realising that the wooden lattice door was ready for us to slide open and …

RECIPE: Creme Egg cake by Georgia’s Cakes

I tried, believe me, I tried. There was just no way it was going to work out. To be fair, if I wanted to show off any delicate presentation skills I posses, I definitely chose the wrong cake to make. Enter, the best Easter recipe you’ll ever find – the most incredibly delectable, decadent, gooey and sweet concoction that is the Cadbury Creme Egg cheese cake. If you don’t have a set of sweet teeth on you, I suggest you look away now… I have to be honest, as a kid I stayed as far away from Creme Egg as I could. Do you ever look back at your child self and wish you could have nicely knocked some sense into them? I do. Not only because I never used to eat, well, much at all, but mainly because I wasted years avoiding these egg shaped chocolate goods like the plague. Fast forward (a lot of) years and now I can’t get enough of them. Every year I wait with anticipation until I see them …

Honesty is the best policy

I wonder how much energy one expends when procrastinating. I really do sit here and think that if I hadn’t spent all of those hours staring into space trying to come up with a big idea that is going to change the course of my life, I could probably have changed the course of my life. That might be going a little far, but I’ll try and explain. If I’m honest, my life is great. I live in one of the best cities in the world, I surround myself with amazing people and I have reached a point in my career that makes me happy. I am happy. But there’s always more, isn’t there? I set this blog up almost nine years ago. It has given me some of the best experiences of my life, but there have still been so many times where I have thought about jacking it all in, or refreshing the blog in an attempt to do something better. The ‘something better’ is the key here… everyone I have spoken to …

How to Eat Well in Dublin and Belfast

We have all experienced addiction at some point in our lives. If you’re reading this and you haven’t, I’m sorry but you’re not human. A few years ago I was completely and utterly infatuated. The lucky recipient of my affections? If you know me you might have guessed…  Salmon. But only the raw kind. Oh yes, it just HAD to be raw. And as much as I still adore salmon sashimi, my affections have now turned to another satisfying sea creature… the Oyster. So you can imagine the first thing that went though my head when I booked to go to Dublin and Belfast? No, it wasn’t the fact that I’d finally get to explore Temple Bar, or that I might even see Cillian Murphy roaming the streets (although of course I will forever live in hope of that). No, it was that I would get to eat my bodyweight in delicious oysters. And that I did.  But eating oysters wasn’t the only item on the to do list. Pippa and I were there for …