Cook and bull: Food Heaven!

Goodbye Newcastle and bonjour London! We packed the car, the cat and off we went to the unknown, like a pair of settlers in search of the Eldorado. While the coveted prize - an interesting job making the most of my cherished linguistic skills - has not yet been won I have discovered belly bliss.

Indeed, London is a true gold mine as far as food is concerned and I had no idea. Silly mare!
Of course, I knew there would be real nice posh places, just like there are in Paris or New York but I am just generally impressed at the quality of the food served in delis, small restaurants and other non expensive eateries. The menus are inventive, fresh and seasonal but most importantly the non-meat eater is fabulously catered for. While I lived in New York I had my fair share of daily culinary disappointments, including greasy chinese, dry ass sandwiches, stale pastries and other traumas I care not to remember.
London is on a totally different level and for the past month my tummy has been smiling constantly, embracing exciting foods from all over the globe. This might sound silly but I feel lucky being part of it all, lucky to be given the opportunity to try new things and lucky to learn from all these experiences.
In addition, there are loads of bakeries everywhere. I can have flutes, brioches, croissants and other French necessities whenever I feel like it. Unfortunately, I can't cos this type of food 'sticks' to my thighs straight away!

Part of our newfound weekend routine is to visit a museum or a gallery every Saturday. We go wandering for hours and after filling our heads and memories with aesthetic and beauty we go looking for delicious foods to fill our bellies. I really enjoy Thai food at the moment, it's all very new for me who grew up only eating traditional French cuisine. I am actually really looking forward to making my family try some of my new favourites places cos I know they will never eat anything of the sort in their native Normandy.

I've been taking pictures of almost everything I eat when I'm out, it's like I am keeping a food diary. One week it's a Pad Thai in West Kensington, the next it's a Turkish wrap on Brick Lane. I guess, as I never go on holiday, I build a compilation of alternative photographic souvenirs.