Hollow Legs

It appears Summer is over. Grey skies dominate and the wind has become chilly. I don't know if I'll ever get over this short, rainy ...

José , a tapas bar on Bermondsey Street, is quickly to becoming my favourite place. I first visited with my parents on a hot, sticky Monday....

Making ice cream mochi has been on my to-do list for ages, ever since I got back from Hong Kong last year and really missed the readily avai...

The Old Kent Road has long been a bit of a mystery to me. I often catch buses trundling along, depositing me at my flat at the end of it, an...

Mung bean starch is a strange beast. I found it, at a whopping £3.99 at the Korean supermarket below Centrepoint, after reading Sunflower...

I shan't be writing for London Confidential anymore. This is why: 9:30 AM (1 hour ago) Hi X, X, Finally, I have been paid, a full 10 d...

Steamboats, it must be said, aren't traditionally eaten in high summer. Bubbling pots of broth are set upon a hot plate or a gas burner ...