The concept of the mid-week accidental boozy dinner never really went away. But in this shiny new 30-something world where midweek evenings are all about scrolling through your phone, weekends are the domain of Events (with a capital “e”), and ‘catching up’ is reduced to 10 minutes of rushed speed-dating style Q&As conducted while following the host into kitchens, gardens, toilets, or towards front doors, they’re more important than ever.
Cinema sleepovers, monsterous mascots, drag queen dining and vomity transport: it’s a yearly round-up of London’s highs and lows, but not as you know it.
In London, a city with infinite possibilities and over 8,174,100 people, it’s strange how easily most of us content ourselves with waking up at the same time each morning, brushing against the same people on the bus or tube to work, and following the same routine until the weekend, when – if we’re lucky – […]
It was Friday night, and we were about to embark on an indulgent eight course meal at the home of Leluu – the writer, photographer, blogger and (extremely) “good cook” behind London’s only Vietnamese supper club.