Poncho 8

Burritos are really my jam, so discovering there is a (new?) place that caters for that in the Wharf was great – that, and they offer chicken burritos which is just great. I was trying out the new MealPal app which meant no queue for me, because otherwise Canary Wharf queues tend to be soul-crushing during lunch times. The meat was very tender and deliciously spicy, with a gorgeous guacamole filling, in what ended up quite a decent sized meal.

Poncho 8 does self-describe itself as offering the “best burritos in London” – which I’m not entirely quite sure would stand an objective analysis, as Korrito was incredible, but it definitely is a really good option (Especially for the area).

 

Poncho 8 Menu, Reviews, Photos, Location and Info - Zomato

Wok to Walk

Wok to Walk very much reminds me of when we got the first similar(ish) restaurant in my hometown (Cluj) and it was very bloody exciting. I, for one, love Asian cuisine and it was particularly exotic back in the day. The way I would describe this restaurant is more as an Asian fast food joint – which for all intents and purposes, it is – than anything else. It offers decent(ish) food for a good enough price, and I do somehow feel more comfortable that I’m not eating rat meat than with the equivalents of Burger King and McDonalds.

 

Wok To Walk Menu, Reviews, Photos, Location and Info - Zomato

The Dairy – Breakfast Edition

Deciding a good place to brunch is never as easy as TV series would depict, where characters seemingly wake up with divine providence of where to go. Instead, there’s more of a barrage of queries such as “will we even get a table there”, “how far is it”, and, my favorite, “will it have a nice enough bathroom if the detox juice gives me the looseys (I wanted to find a cuter word for diarrhea)?”. Alright, you got me, that last one is actually my sisters favorite question but I like to be inspired.

Getting back to the topic, it’s harder to find a brunch place when one of the questions is “will they let me take pictures of topless men in their restaurant?”

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Marine Ices

I seem to be rather obsessed with going down memory lane lately, with another post that plunges me back into the depths of my youth and makes me remember kindergarten. Mind you, I did go to kindergarten in Eastern Europe, next to a decrepit building where, all the kids could tell you wholeheartedly, a witch lived – so whether this association is good or bad can be left to the imagination.

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The Eagle

“Beer gardens” are quite the popular thing back home, but not something central London offers incredibly much (which is completely understandable) – even if in the form of a terrace more than actual plants living and growing there. It was quite exciting to then have a BBQ party in Old Street that promised some outdoorsy space with the pub.

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Onion Creek

One of the first observations I would have in terms of Texas is how relatively early restaurants tend to close, with almost nothing open past 9-10 PM; this wasn’t ideal considering the direct flight from London to Houston lands quite late and you all know how important it is to start any trip on the right foot (which meant trying to avoid eating my first meal in the US at McDonalds, no matter how authentic that experience would be for this trip).

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Carluccio’s (Canary Wharf)

I fondly remember the days when Italian restaurants meant romantic dates (yes there was indeed such a sweet, innocent period in my life) and good food. Carluccio’s, if anything, proves once more how Italian food has lost its shine in London, and everything is just bland and sad.
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