The concept of “all you can eat” dining tends to get my alarm bells ringing when it comes to restaurants, it most of the time equating to being faced with copious amounts of beige and bland food of different kinds, which may come in an unlimited quantities but tend to underperform when it comes to delivering on flavours and quality.
You don’t tend to find establishments offering all you can eat dining too often, in London at least usually confined to China town where it does the job nicely of feeding the hordes of tourists, willing to look past MSG laden dishes and a bit of grease, or a little further afield on package holidays where you are meant to experience various cuisines from around the globe every day as part of your experience but end up once again mainly indulging in various beige foods, eaten because heck you’ve paid for unlimited access to the food for your stay there, whether it’s good or not so you may as well.
I was therefore more than surprised when I heard that the new east London outpost of Cecconi's, yes the upmarket Italian restaurant Cecconi's that is part of the Soho House empire, was doing their rather unique take on all you can eat dining but to a standard that made it almost too good to be true. Indeed every Sunday between 12pm and 5pm you can join their Sunday feasting and for £25 are able to basically dine like a king and help yourself to the food to the point at which you will need to unbutton your trousers.
The idea behind it is simple, during the week and most of the weekend Cecconi's serves high end Italian fare (think truffle pizza and lobster pasta) in a typically Soho House and with that beautifully designed dining space, all dark wood and low lights with a hint of old school New York grandeur about it, with impeccable service to match. Not that the service or fantastic dining environment is comprised on a Sunday afternoon, no instead they invite their dinners downstairs to the kitchen where an utterly outstanding buffet is set up for one to peruse and make unlimited use off for an almost laughable £25 when one considers the quality and variety of food on offer. And I mean it when I say utterly outstanding.
My dining companion Blaise and I were floored by the sheer choice of starters, mains and desserts and definitely did not strategise well enough when it came to available stomach capacity on this occasion, too quickly too full to have another bite, despite a heavy Barry’s bootcamp session in the morning to work up an appetite. For starters there are cold meats, cheeses, salads, salmon and tuna tartar served in shells, avo in toast and even fresh shellfish, I particularly enjoyed the tartar and wish I had tried more of the salads but we were so overwhelmed that we couldn’t help but check out the hot section even on our first trip downstairs.
And boy was it good. There is truffled cauliflower and cheese (so good!), butternut squash risotto, meatballs, aubergine pamergina, my favourite of the night rotolo with spinach and ricotta (a kind of filled pasta roll), mushroom pasta and slices of fresh pizza with various toppings. That would be enough for mains one would think but then there is also a whole roast section on the counter, with roast potatoes, roast chicken, beef and ham. Every single thing I tried was of outstanding quality as I would expect from Cecconis, which made it all the better that we could return downstairs once our plates were cleared. I mean yes it may not be the most glamorous thing to go down to a kitchen and help yourself but when the choice and quality of food is so good who cares?!
We had to take a little breather before we tackled the dessert table (!) which looked like a sweet tooth’s dream. Cheesecake, homemade tiramisu, profiteroles, Sacher cake, fruit and more than I can even remember. The cheesecake was utterly divine, perhaps one of the best I’ve ever had, and is in fact part of their regular dessert menu and the tiramisu was close to the ones I got to try in Rome which is why went in for seconds, because heck why not.
We ate at 3:30pm and though our reservation, yes you can even reserve your table here which is even more dreamy considering that most London restaurants insist on their stupid walk in policy, stated we only had the table for an hour and a half no waiter hurried us out once that time frame had past and in fact urged dinners to have another helping even after 5pm before they got ready for their dinner service, a lot more generous than your standard timed buffet scenario.
Of course they do have to make their money somehow and here it is no doubt via the drinks because one of course wants to wash down the lovely food with some equally lovely wine. We paid £27 for their cheapest bottle of rosé which is by no means a bargain and cocktails start at the £9 mark (by the way their espresso martini which we ordered to get us out of a food coma was spectacular) but I would never suggest Cecconi's feast as a weekly Sunday outing, it’s a special treat for when you want to be utterly gluttonous and fill your belly to the rim with wonderful food until you cannot breathe.
It is all you can eat done the Soho House way and it’s almost too good to be true so make sure you go before they change their mind. I for one am already planning a return visit in (elegant) stretchy pants.
After a lot festive indulgence I fancied something a little less creamy and all out fattening in those weird days between Christmas and New Year's eve when no one really knows what weekday it is anymore, you forget what it's like to wear normal clothes and all normal eating and drinking patterns have but disappeared.
On this Friday night dinner occasion I was hosting my lovely friends Will and Charlie who promised to sort the cocktails while I was put in charge of the cooking part of the evening, searching the internet for a flavourful main that suited all our tastes and requirements, Charlie being both a veggie and lactose intolerant (though that was no real issue for me in any case as pescatarian that only eats fish occasionally).
Yotam Ottolenghi has always been one of my favourite chefs for recipe inspiration and once again this pasta dish didn't let me down. The rose harissa, the key ingredient in the sauce, adds a really unique, spicy yet fragrant depth of flavour and was it a sauce like I have never had before while the capers and black olives add a punchy salty note. A dollop of greek yogurt (leave out or substitute for soy yogurt if required) adds a zingy cooling touch and overall this mash up Middle eastern / Italian fusion dish was incredibly tasty without being too heavy, warming yet letting each ingredient shine. This is definitely one to be added to my regular recipe repertoire and super easy to rustle up for a group! Make sure you do get the rose harissa (available at Waitrose and Sainsbury's) rather than normal harissa as the rose really does make a huge difference here and enjoy! I for one welcomed the vibrant colours of this dish very much after a lot of festive beigeness.
2 tbsp olive oil
1 large onion, thinly sliced (220g) 3 tbsp rose harissa (or 50% more or less, depending on variety: see p.301) (45g) 400g cherry tomatoes, halved 55g pitted Kalamata olives, torn in half 20g baby capers 500g dried tagliatelle pasta (or another wide, flat pasta) 15g parsley, roughly chopped 120g Greek-style yoghurt Salt
1. Put the oil into a large sauté pan, for which you have a lid, and place on a medium high heat. Once hot, add the onion and fry for 8 minutes, stirring every once in a while, until soft and caramelised. Add the harissa, tomatoes, olives, capers and ½ teaspoon of salt and continue to fry for 3–4 minutes, stirring frequently, until the tomatoes start to break down. Add 200ml of water and stir through. Once boiling, reduce the heat to medium low, cover the pan and simmer for 10 minutes. Remove the lid of the sauce and continue to cook for 4–5 minutes, until the sauce is thick and rich. Stir in 10g of the parsley and set aside.
2. Meanwhile, fill a large pot with plenty of salted water and place on a high heat. Once boiling, add the pappardelle and cook according to the packet instructions, until al dente. Drain well.
3. Return the pasta to the pot along with the harissa sauce and 1/8 teaspoon of salt. Mix together well, then divide between four shallow bowls. Serve hot, with a spoonful of yoghurt and a final sprinkle of parsley.
2018 is the year I learnt that staying in on a Friday or Saturday night does not make you a social failure and that most nights out follow a predictably dull pattern of bad music, vast amounts of money wasted on drinks and of meeting people who you would never talk to under normal circumstances and who you probably never will again after declaring your undying friendship to them in the smoking area on the night. I mean I am by no means a grandma or am saying that I will never go out again, but I realised that pre-drinks- chatting with my friends over good drinks and food, was actually my favourite part of the night, not the dance floor creeps, junk food consumed on the way home or the day wasted in bed hungover the next day.
There will be nights out in 2018 where I need to let me hair down on the dance floor that is for sure but I won’t make it a factor in my life that I force just because FOMO sets in as I scroll down my Instagram feed on a weekend night when i have chosen to stay in rather than party.
In the end of the day no one but you cares if you are at the club or not so if you fancy cooking a nice meal for your friends instead, putting a hair mask on or hoovering your flat (a guilty pleasure of mine), then do it because the best kinda of party state of mind needs to come from within.
2.Put that phone away, no really.
I work in social media, I have a blog and, yes, I like to document particularly nice things I have worn, cooked or seen for my Instagram but this year I learnt that it is important to still take in the world with your own eyes and ears. This became particularly evident on my trip to Bali where people seemed more pre-occupied with finding and photographing the places they had seen on someone else’s Instagram than actually taking in the beauty and history around them.
Another case in point, I forgot to back up my phone before it broke a few months ago and with that lost all pictures taken since January but as my mum rightly stated “why does it matter the memories will stay with you in your mind forever” and she’s right.
I say In 2019 make it your aim to watch a gig with your own eyes and don’t bother recording it for your friends who are anyways not going to be overly interested in a shaky clip with terrible sound quality, put your phone away when you have dinner with your friends because really there is nothing that important happening on Instagram or Whatsapp or Facebook when good food and conversation is to be had and try to escape the anxiety social media can cause us all by living a little more away from the screen. There is a whole world out there that doesn’t require a like button.
3.Think twice about your fashion purchases.
I buy a lot of clothes because for me dressing up and creating outfits has always been part of who I am, but over the years I did find myself buying pieces every week whether I really needed them or not and whether I really loved them for more than one wear or not. For some psychological reason, I thought I needed something shiny and new to shoot every time, even though of course apart from me no one would really be able to tell what I had worn years before or what was box fresh.
Then December this year came around and I realised I would have to finance most of the festive season for my mother and I this year, which gave me a little bit of financial anxiety, but also provided the kick up the bum I needed that finally got me thinking- I have cupboard after cupboard full of beautiful clothes that I haven’t worn in years, why am I going to shops weekly when I can have a rummage through my vast wardrobe and see what I can re-style with new accessories (and considerably better hair and make up since me last wearing them)?! I found some fantastic pieces that I had completely forgotten about which by now were back in fashion or worked with other pieces to create a completely new look.
After pulling a good few looks out of the archives I promised myself to not buy any new clothes for the remainder of the month and not only saved money but realised it was real fun to re-interpret these pieces to fit my current style. It also made me realise that I was buying way too many things that I simply didn’t need, just because I was after something new. Of course I will buy clothes in 2019, heck I already caved in slightly with the Zara sale but I will try and reduce the volume of my consumption and make more use of what I already have. I urge you to do the same, you may find some real treasures in your wardrobe that you had completely forgotten about.
4.Accept people’s flaws because boy do they have to deal with yours.
This has been the year my mother and I despite all the bad things that have happened to us (dead dad, family feuds, money issues etc. etc etc.) finally got on and realised that despite everything being a slightly neurotic family unit with a lot of flaws is better than not talking. She is far from perfect but so am I and the support she’s given me over the years outweighs the nagging she does.
The same goes for friends, again no one is perfect, some friends will not reply to your Whatsapp in days, some will be flaky at times, but with true friends they will be there for you when it matters, when you need a shoulder to cry on, someone to get ridiculously drunk with, someone that has seen you in some right states- and exactly those friends deserve a break sometimes because they deal with all the flaws you only show the people you truly trust.
5.It’s OK to be single even if apps, TV shows and your mother tell you it’s not!
I am over dating apps after one too many bad dates, I work in fashion which isn’t exactly inundated with straight men and I spent Valentine’s day this year alone and will probably (unless something drastically changes) again in 2018. And you know what… I am fine with that for now. I have a busy job, a great set of friends, a stable relationship with my mum again. I have my blog, my job and have not been better mentally in a long time plus I am never not busy.
Right now for a guy to fit into all of this he has to be worth it. As silly as it sounds I do believe in a thing called fate, my mum and dad met at a NYE party, and somehow I became the end result of this meet cute, so I think if it is meant it will happen and until then don’t you worry, I won’t be crying in a corner over being single in fact I'm pretty fucking ok with it.