Yep, I know I've been AWOL. I'm sorry, but it's all been a bit...
From a gastronomic point of view, the cats, of course, are fine, inasmuch as they still get their regular diet.
But us poor hoomans are continuing to alternate between eating salads (have you ever stopped to think about how many of your fave salads require cooked ingredients?? No, neither had I...), and eating out.
And no, I haven't been taking my camera out with me. Wot ya gonna do about it? I'm sorry (again? I should really get a grip), but I've just not felt inspired.
I should, perhaps, have taken it out when we met up with friends at Noura in the West End. Because not only is the interior of Noura worth a picture in itself, but the place also serves up the most attractive (not to mention delicious) Lebanese food this side of, well, Lebanon. The encyclopaedic array of hot and cold mezzes is a real mecca for gluttons, and if you make it through to dessert, their ice creams - rosewater and lemon, milk and orange blossom, clotted cream, etc - are truly worth the wait. Let's just say that, between 4 of us, we did the whole lot considerable justice.
Where else have we been? Well, to our regular curry house of choice - Chilli Chutney - which specialises in fabulous Lahori food, and naans like you've never seen or tasted before; Mini Mundus, a true slice of bistro France dumped in the middle of Wandsworth - French waiters an' all - and about which I'll have to write more at some point; Oishii, a half-decent Japanese/Thai combo about half a mile away, from where I get my fix of chilli squid; oh, and we've been a handful of times to the Fat Deli, a rather outstanding Brit/Spanish/Italian tapas cafe, and our pet favourite.
I also had the dubious pleasure of eating a pretty vile lemon drizzle cake at Costa Coffee in Victoria rail station during an afternoon meeting. (Yes, a lot of my meetings involve food, strangely enough.) Oi, Costa, enough of that cack icing already, m'kay?
I didn't see Petula Clark there, but Simon Callow was sitting not 3 yards away from me (yes, he of 'Four Weddings and a Funeral', among others). Will that do?
Maybe I should give up this foodie lark and offer my services to 'Hallo!' instead. Yes? No?