The Potato Project (Soho)

Even in my darkest times while living in Australia (it’s true, I used to complain more than I should have, it’s really not that bad), there was always one thing about it that gave me hope in a better life, in the existence of a higher purpose: Spud Bar. Something as simple as a baked potato with all the filing one could wish is the perfect evolution of “fast food” that also doesn’t make me feel like I’ve just drank antifreeze.

So think of the joy when I realized the Spud Bar has a London equivalent: the Potato Project.

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The Calf

There was a soft autumn light which poured itself inside┬áthe pub – which is strange given that it is only the beginning of spring. The Calf was eerily quiet, as many places tend to be at this time of the day, but I’ve always found that to be a perk, and it meant we could easily pick whichever part of the pub to accommodate us.

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Tea House Theatre

The cakes are scattered around the room, kept safely under their little glass dome, much alike the rose in Beauty & the Beast (I can’t help it that is what those things make me think about all the time). Much akin to the random spread of cakes, the furniture itself is an ode to the Brownian motion – which is really what the theatre is behind the curtains.

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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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Tart

The┬ácabin-like wooden interior, together with the baskets of croissants and madeleines lying about quickly made me think of a chalet when entering tart. Surely enough, chalets aren’t necessarily French but I can’t control my thought processes all that much.

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The Camden Assembly

Camden has always been a vibrant area full of bars and pubs attracting quite a lot of younger people (and it also has the Irish Centre where I went to see some blue collar boxing matches). With the Camden Assembly having recently renovated (according to my date), it was a good place to check out.

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The Gun

Looking back at the traditions of especially posh Britain, hunting used to be something that was quite important – even if it has now decreased quite considerably. The London food scene has certainly started flirting with the likes of offal (internal organs and entrails) and game, but then again what does it not flirt with? It’s quite nice to then find a restaurant that really does celebrate that sort of cuisine and it fits in well with the atmosphere.

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