Just before I took my recent trip to Australia back in March, I organised a Sunday get together at Tea on the Green with JC’s family, to celebrate his mum’s birthday and catch-up before I headed down under for three weeks. That was such a long time ago now and since my return I have been caught up in a whirlwind of trying to get some structure back into my day to day life and fighting the post-holiday blues. In the…
Once I’ve decided I’m going on a trip, the next few hours is spent diligently and very pleasurably, searching for accommodation, things to do and most importantly (almost), places to eat. With a busy season at work upon me, I wanted a quick long weekend in Cornwall to set me up for the next few months and I chose Penzance. JC, having spent years listening to my travel plans, just nods loose agreement and lets me get on with the arrangements. I booked incredibly cheap advance train tickets…
The Quay is one of my favourite places in Exeter. I have spent over 10 years living and/or working within a 20 minute walk of the area and if ever I need to just get out of the house to stretch my legs, indulge in a bout of architectural admiration and general soul replenishment then this is where I like to head. In the summertime we like to cycle to the Double Locks or Turf Locks, depending on how energetic we’re feeling and on the way back stop off for an ice-cream by the quay; you can wander…
Queen Street in Exeter is my corridor to the High Street so I wander down it on a regular basis. To my surprise on the way back from town a few months ago – clearly I wasn’t paying much attention on the way up – I noticed that Juice Moose, a shop which I really quite liked, no longer existed and in it’s place was the rather fetching store, The Exploding Bakery. Upon entering said store, I noticed that they sold Monmouth coffee in bean, ground and takeaway brewed form. Having tried Monmouth…
It's been a long time in the planning, but The Real Food Store in Exeter has finally opened its doors. This might be a slightly biased review, but being a member I was always going to want to shout from the rooftops about this wonderful new 'store with a heart & soul'.
After 2 years in the planning, the founding members and first official Board of Directors, finally saw their dream of a ‘Real Food’…
Between 10 & 15 years ago I came across the name Michael Caines whilst he was working full time at the The Gidleigh Park Hotel and heard tales of his incredible culinary talent. Ever since that day I have told myself I would bite the bullet and get myself out there for a meal. I managed to achieve my goal this weekend and it was most definitely worth the wait. I had seen Gidleigh Park Hotel popping up on various food…
We awoke on a Sunday morning in late October to find that a little winter weather had hit us overnight. The rain was falling and the wind was picking up. I didn’t feel justified in complaining as we have had a very good run of relatively warm weather over the last few months so it had to change at some point. Anyway, there is a reason for me giving you a belated weather report (you can’t beat a chat about the weather) and that is because it actually motivated me to find somewhere new and lovely…
There have been a number of occasions over the past 6 months that I have been tempted to add a review of the Exeter Carluccio's Restaurant & Caffè on the site, but as it is part of a chain, I have wrestled with whether or not it deserved to be there. I always prefer to promote local, independent restaurants for the most part, but I have enjoyed many a meal at Antonio’s place and so have finally decided to go…
My relationship with Barnstaple isn’t particularly strong, nor is it beautiful, but I’m the kind of open-minded person (I like to think I am anyway) that never says never. Having worked for a relatively large advertising agency with it’s head office in Barnstaple (strange, but true) I had only ever experienced the kind of practical eating that included nipping out for a sandwich to M&S or popping to the nearest pub chain offering in between meetings. On that basis, I definitely didn’t…
Over the years, I have been lucky enough to eat in some wonderful restaurants for my job. Not as a result of food writing unfortunately, but in advertising & marketing people like to eat out. Maybe that’s why I gravitated towards that line of work. In Sydney, my first real job at 17 was as a Junior in a typesetting company, and my boss liked to take us all out to dinner as a sort of team building exercise. None of this paintballing or swinging from trees lark that companies seem to think…
On a sunny Summer’s day, spending time with good friends, eating, and perusing boutique shops in small Devon villages, has surely got to be one of the most perfect ways to pass the time. My Best Food Friend (BFF herein) and I had planned to head for Topsham for the Food & Drink Festival, but unfortunately we were quite late in arriving and ended up sitting in a lovely coffee shop sipping our hot beverages and sharing a slice of gingerbread instead. Time passed and when we reached the quay…
In need of a little respite on a sunny Friday afternoon in June, I decided to walk myself along the River Exe to Cowick Street to sit in the lovely Café at 36 and grab some sustenance. It is only around 20 minutes walk for me so it means I get exercise, rays, food and pleasure all within a convenient distance from my house.
As I switched off the computer, grabbed my bag and headed for the sunshine, I had no real intention of writing a review of the café, but having been there a few times…
I’ve lived in and around Exeter for over 15 years now and it is a fantastic city. Not being a true, authentic, card-carrying city-dweller I fight with myself intermittently about whether I really belong in an urban environment, but if I am honest Exeter is a perfect compromise for me. I spent much of my childhood growing up in Australia, moving from place to place alongside my nomadic mother. Roughly every 2 years she would ‘announce’ casually that we were moving to a new area and my sister…
Over the last 12 months I have been happily taking fairly regular trips to Bristol with my partner in crime JC, in order to visit his lovely Nan in Bedminster and a few of the local eateries. Bristol is a very cool city, with a large student population and the music and fashion scenes that can stem from this fertile culture. JC’s maternal family are Bristolians so he has solid connections with the city and I am more than happy to nip up there on the train every few months to soak up the funky…
We planned our trip down to Padstow well in advance. I was incredibly excited when friends of JC’s decided that they were getting married and that they would be doing it in the bride’s home county of Cornwall. To my absolute delight it turned out the lovely bride was originally from a small parish outside of Padstow called St Eval and that’s the direction we would be heading for the last weekend in April. A weekend in Padstow was exactly what I would need considering I would be experiencing…
Once back in NSW, having left behind the lush scenery and produce of QLD, I did what any self-respecting food lover would do and headed straight for my next culinary experience at Pilu at Freshwater. This was a big event for me as I had been planning it for some time – my friends will back me up on this as I bored them senseless with emails in the lead up. I researched for weeks trying to find the best venue…
After having been in Australia for over a week and taken in some of the great food in the Hunter Valley I was looking forward to seeing my mum in Caloundra and visiting some of my favourite haunts on the Sunshine Coast in Queensland. We’d already spoken on the phone about where we would be having most of our lunches and dinners during my 3 night stay. My mum has always been a great cook and a keen food fan so within a few hours of my plane landing we had visited our first supermarket and made…
What’s the difference between Australia and a pot of yogurt? The answer to this 'hilarious' joke is to do with one having a lack of culture and you can probably guess it isn’t the yoghurt. I’ve heard this joke a lot over the years but like most cultural generalisations – the Irish are daft, the British don’t wash, the French wear garlic necklaces – there isn’t a lot of truth in it. I’ve recently returned from a fantastic trip to Australia to visit my family & friends and it…