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Service at its worst at Machan Kitchen, Croydon

Hooray, there’s a new Sri Lankan restaurant on the block. Me and my mates had been patiently waiting for it to open, excited to try it out. Croydon has a few gems (The Store and Mr. Fox being two), but is in need of a lot more. But having opened a few weeks ago, last night we trudged through the rain to try Machan Kitchen. Now, I should have known that the ordering process wouldn’t be smooth when on the walk my mate told me about her previous experience. Sit down, scan the QR code, yea… we all know how to do this after months of agonising changes due to the little monster known un affectionately as COVID dramatically changing the way we live our lives. Pop your table number in, group size and browse the menu. You’d think that every member of the group would be able to order their own food to the table and pay on the app – but no. The whole order has to be done at the same time. …

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 …

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 …

Friday Fun at Royal China, Queensway

Can we just take a second to appreciate one of the greatest contraptions ever invented, the Lazy Susan? No doubt the person who invented it had had enough mealtimes too close to a family member’s arm pit, or reaching arms that just happened to graze their gravy as they brushed past to collect the mustard from the other side of the table. No matter their own personal reason, whoever invented the Lazy Susan gets a hats off from me. When I was younger, every so often we took a trip to an upmarket Chinese restaurant situated at the end of our road – Mr Mans. It was owned by the dad or uncle of one of my classmates in year 3 – I don’t remember his name now, but I do still have an image of his very scuffed school shoes – strange how memory works, isn’t it? It was here that I saw my first ever Lazy Susan – and from that moment on I always wondered why restaurants other than Chinese never adopted …