SO I opened the cup­board this after­noon in search of mus­tard, saw the jar of Nutella, and had the fol­low­ing internal dia­logue:

Sigh… it was only the one spoon, […]

I WANT bacon, four slices of it. And not the crappy Amer­ican bacon that goes as brittle as plastic when you fry it - I want Brit­ish back bacon, the stuff that oozes fat the moment it’s put in the fry­ing pan. And eggs, two of ‘em, fried til they’re black under­neath and wobbly and yel­low on top. Half a tin of Heinz baked beans, half a tin of toma­toes. Sliced mush­rooms. Fried, thick slices of black pud­ding and sod the fact it’s made from pig’s blood and is full of fat. Once the black pudding’s out chuck in a couple […]

I HAVE to admit, I’ve never seen the big deal about food trucks. They used to be nick­named “roach coaches” and sold gen­er­ally crappy food. And then, one day, they appeared on The Food Net­work, KTLA, LA Weekly and loads of other shows and magazines and became the latest trend in eat­ing out. So when Ev told me there were a bunch of them parked up off South Street and that we should go, I wasn’t too enthu­si­astic.

But to be fair it was pretty good. There were a lot of options - Asian, Mex­ican, Per­uvian, Filipino, seafood, soul food and Montreal Open-Ended Eggrolls, […]