Thursday, April 30, 2009
Back from the land of Turks with lots of food stories. Istanbul is a beautiful city, if they could remove about 100 bus loads of tourists from the centre it would be even better - or at least give tourists lessons on where to stand when taking photographs.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Famous for its original ceramic wall tiling and mosaic ceiling, the light and spacious open-plan setting ensures unique and delightful ambiance for your business and social meetings. Whether coming for a tempting breakfast menu with a morning newspaper, arranging a productive business lunch, taking a rest over a refreshing afternoon cup of coffee, or having an evening cocktail or dinner with friends, you will enjoy the timeless elegance of the place, amplified by stunning views of the buzzing streets of
An accurate description indeed! The hotel opened in 1914 and I am told is constantly busy, so they must be doing something right. It is located in the UNESCO protected historic Prague city centre. Bunky joined the gaggle of girls at breakfast after the big night out in Prague. There were a few peeps feeling rough but luckily, and since we didn't have a reservation we were seated at the 'bad' table. It was behind a big pillar and hidden away from the posh diners; it was like the 'toilet' table at a wedding, where you put all your hated relatives or work friends who may get raucously drunk. I think there was someone whistling from a table like this at Rexi's wedding? Who was it Rexi? Her wedding was at an art deco venue like the Imperial Cafe.
The Imperial is located at the base of the 5* Prague Imperial Hotel and has a stunning interior with the most amazing mosaics on the ceiling. I would definitely visit the cafe again to just enjoy the environment of great art and design. Maybe the artiste Paolo can make me a mosaic for my next bday; although I am still waiting for my painting to arrive from 2006!
Presentation of the English breakfast could've been a bit better, but our eyes were on our surroundings.
The intricately mosaiced ceiling - these photos don't do it justice.
The ceramic decor on the walls
Friday, April 24, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
(La Strada di risate /the street of laughs)
I have never seen a waiter like this, they write novels about guys like this; a true Casanova who can work the whole restaurant and make every woman feel light headed while making every man try a little harder.
He was funny, dramatic, well built (wearing snug trousers and shirt) and had such flair for everything he did - it made you feel like you were in a small trattoria in Capri by the seaside instead of being at Strada restaurant in Clapham.
I think he must be an actor (or should be) as he floated around, flirted and flamboyantly served the meals like he was a dancer at an elegant ball. He was also funny; there were hilarious mini chats on love, age and food mixed in with jokes about who supported what football team in Italy as the table was full of the Italian gang.
Casanova is a true gem in the waiting profession, he embodied the spirit of a true restauranteur and maitre d. I think there are a lot of repeat customers due to Casanova's presence. I can't recall his name but it was hilarious to witness his antics at points, but most of all it was great to be at the beautiful Fiorani's bday party. She is the beauty in the pic - it was a great birthday treat for her to be showered with love, attention and champagne - all the things girls love!
Well enough about Casanova, the food was great too, the pizzas and desert were fantastic. I was very impressed, I never watned to go to Strada as I thought it would be a horrible chain with fake Italian food but was definitely surprised. Bravo for a great performance.
Buon Compleanno Cara!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Need to get the name of the place, as all Czech words are incomprehensible to me. I could not tell you where we ate or drank except for when I was at our hotel which was easy enough; the Four Seasons dahhling...no it wasn't that nice, but my boss stayed there while we stayed near the lovely castle.
Mmm...worm-y soup! This was washed down with some lollipop infused beer.
Monday, April 20, 2009
And above the gorgeous Wendel eating fried cheese, the lady loves the fried cheese! It is also a staple after a big night out drinking - a sandwich of fried cheese from some 24hr cheese dealer. I hear it is fantastic but have yet to have one, will try and post a picture of it from Wendel's archive.
And speaking of bizarre occurrences, Heather found this 'lady bag' in the toilets which has an image of a gun at the top of it. Hmm...what does a pistol have in common with a women's sanitary bag, and who ever needs or uses a sanitary bag of that size?!
The Czech Republic is oh so very strange, but interesting and beautiful. If they just got rid of all the miserable and rude people it would be a fantastic place!
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Gotta love the health and safety rules, or lack of them, in other countries! Not sure what they ate after the fair but the pic above shows some kind of green, creamy concotion on one plate and some french fry extravaganza on the other. I think I can smell the garlic from here. Am on a serious diet starting today as I wore my 'fat pants' yesterday, and they fit!
Too much Momma Dolce home cooking and too much indulging in Easter lunch/dinner, well we ate the whole afternoon as I heard most of you did too. I started with healthy sushi yesterday and resisted eating any biscuits although the Candyman bought me a popsicle as it was so warm and lovely outside.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
I've been a slack blogger this week but I promise to get better - I just had dinner with the Oakville Quinns and will have dinner on Friday with the Toronto Quinns! I have to update you on the Thomas Cubitt pub visit (below) too. For now, have a look at these photos, these are the chilies that I planted on the weekend. The seeds are from the restaurant Wahaca and they are the first batch of planting that I did for my summer vegetable garden. I also planted some mint which needs to germinate for 21 days, hopefully something takes!
Monday, April 06, 2009
Saturday, April 04, 2009
This week he managed to plow through some of his Vegas-themed sweeties and almost finish all the jellybeans left in his bowl- at one point he randomly pulled out a fresh, soft jelly doughnut covered in sugar! It looked sooo good I wanted to grab it and eat it whole but resisted as it would go straight to the hips - I haven't done any exercise this week. The j-doughnut was from Marks and Spencer - they do nice things in their fresh bakery section.
Am going for a run today to work off the chocolate cake I indulged in last night and to prepare for the karaoke extravaganza tonight with the Chandler
(Errm...is that a bottle of champagne on his shelf?)
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Who decided that Blue should be raspberry? It's just this kind of 'creative' thinking that tempers my enjoyment of eating jellybeans. As a child growing up the confectionery rainbow seemed to adhere pretty rigidly to the rules of nature - at worst red could equate to a couple of berry-related flavours, both of which I liked. Everything was right with the world. Yet at some point in the 1980's some bright young spark hoping to make a splash at a marketing agency threw out the bizarre notion that colours should not necessarily equate to the flavours they historically represented. Down was the new Up.
The paragon of this blatantly dishonest attitude is distilled in the bowl of jellybeans sat in front of me. Red could now be any number of flavours: Cherry, Fruit Punch, Cinnamon or in a truly mind-bending post-modern twist a flavour called simply 'Red' which I guess could strictly speaking taste like the scarlet paintwork of a 1994 Nissan Micra.
The true horror of this situation only becomes apparent when you reach the last third of the selection when you find yourself unwittingly playing Russian Roulette. Right now I am hoping not to be the one who bites down into a green and blue bean which taste of Java, or a pink one which when chewed reminds me of a pavement in Edinburgh.
It's Skittles for me from now on.Thank you Candyman! xoxo