Category Archives: food

April 28

Jikoni. Coming in from the cold.

Is that the  Italian? I am asked this question each time I mention I am going to Jikoni. Full disclosure:  I am asked it four times. This puts it into the category of a slight issue.   Try saying it next to “Cecconi”. See?

It’s been a while.

I came across a reference to Anna’s Place this morning. It was a little Scandinavian restaurant in Newington Green, around in the 1980s. It was not a precursor of the Scandi restaurants around today; more a home-cooking, superior comfort-food sort of place. I used to live round the corner but I didn’t go often because […]

January 28

Are you sure you’re okay?

  Is what a friend said to me recently,  when I said I didn’t want to go out to eat at one of my former regular haunts. I’ve now been trying to change what I eat for around four months and thought I might share some of my thoughts and observations. As ever, before putting pen […]

January 14

Eff off, fat. The latest.

So, for the third time I don my swimming costume and a dodgy swim cap and step into the pod. Yes, I’m still doing my monthly face-the-music session at The University of Westminster, with the gentle Dinesh, who offers kind words of support and encouragement. Those of you who have been reading my last few posts […]

December 08

The BodPod. Facing the Fat.

Taking a very short breather from an intensely dull title investigation, I thought I would update you as to my progress. In the last post, I mentioned that I was going to go and get my fat measured at the University of Westminster in something called the Bodpod. I did that on 8 November. I […]

December 03

Weighing myself.

This post was written on 30 October. I’m bringing you all up to speed because I didn’t want to post unless I really thought that I would do this thing.

Let’s start at the very beginning. The end of eating out as a hobby.

[This post was written at the end of October 2016] So here we go. How did I get to this point, yet again? And what is “this point” exactly? This is the point where I see a photo of myself (this particular one was on my birthday) and I don’t recognise myself or rather I […]

And so it starts. Not a restaurant review.

And so it starts: Sunday 30 October. At Le Manoir, for C’s birthday. I ate only two of the four canapés. What have I become?

September 14

Burgundy, reloaded.

PROLOGUE I have form with Burgundy. I’ve been here before, the last visit almost 14 years ago, at the time of my 40th birthday. That particular trip was with a man who turned out not to be The One. It seems no time at all since that memorable birthday lunch at L’Espérance, back in 2002. […]

September 11

What Nicky does next.

Now that I’ve hooked you in with a picture of the perfect pain au chocolat, I thought I’d let you know what I was doing. It’s been a bit quiet on the blog of late, whilst I’ve been trying to decide what to do with it. Writing always helps me come to a conclusion. I’ve […]