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November 10, 2007

A Farmer's Market Experience

People having a London "experience" at Monmouth Coffee

Some of you have heard me speak in loathing of the people who go to the organic farmer's market just to have an Organic Farmer's Market Experience (you may also catch these same people at Monmouth Coffee having a London Cafe Experience).

I feel like a hypocrite today because Tim and I had what can only be called a Farmer's Market Experience. Not only did we talk to the Ripple Farm guy about his cavalo nero kale, but we also talked jam and chutney with a lady from Marinas Organic Garden, right before buying a jar each of Damson Jam and Apple Chutney.

Stay tuned. Now that I have some yummy chutney, it's time to have a London Cheese Shop Experience.


November 09, 2007

Restaurant Review: Chani Pani, London

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London is rife with Indian restaurants, but good ones are few and far between. How far? Try two tubes and a bus ride. But that didn't stop Tim and I from meeting a friend at Chai Pani near Marble Arch last night.

Chai Pani is the only restaurant in London to offer the cuisine of Marwar, a region of Rajasthan in western India. Happiness for me, the Marwari's are vegetarian, and they love their dal.

Their menu is huge, and somewhat uncomprehensible to us western folk: desert berries, bajra khichadi, kadhi, bitter goard. Almost everything is offered wheat-free or vegan, such as millet rotis, buckwheat flour pancakes, lentil dumplings... they even had a besan cheela!

We couldn't decide on any one dish, so we each ordered a thali, a selection of dishes served on a circular metal tray. Our thalis varied, but each featured a starter, subzi (curries), dal, roti (bread), rice, and mithaai (dessert).

My salad of whole wheat berries with tomatoes and a tangy dressing was simple, but satisfying. The soy yogurt raita (I requested a vegan thali) was surprisingly delicious. I eat soygurt on my muesli, but wasn't sure if I'd enjoy it with savory dishes. This raita was inspirational: a liberal dose of salt and spice masked the "soyness" of the yogurt. I ended up eating it with a spoon.

The stand-out dish was the dal: a simple but spicy (woefully small) bowl of heaven. I would have been very happy (and less poor) with a larger bowl of this and and a side of roti; everything else in the thali paled in comparison.

Some of our dishes were quite bizarre indeed. Tim was treated to some "desert berries", black stringy things that looked more like twigs and tasted less like food. For dessert, he received what looked like a bowl of brown sugar, along with some plain jaggery and another bowl of orange-colored sugar. My dessert seemed to be wheat mushed with water and sugar. Sugar sugar sugar. I didn't bother.

Accodring to their website, "Chai Pani" is a term denoting the offering of hospitality to guests in a sub continental home. If that's true, then Chani Pani the restaurant definitely lives up to its name. I'm pretty sure most of our dishes were made to order, and the staff are beyond polite. The owner/chef type lady came out while we were eating and asked how we enjoyed the food and inquired why I ordered a vegan thali (kind of weird, but okay).


So the food was pretty damn good and it was fun trying new things even if they were too weird to finish. The thing is, Chai Pani is crazy expensive for what you get. The bill came to almost £100 for our three thalis and three large beers. You can go to Govinda's in Soho and pay £4.50 for the same amount of food. You won't get beer or table service, but you do get damn good food that doesn't leave you in mourning when it's over. Same goes for Rasa, which is as far as I can tell the best vegetarian Indian restaurant in London.

I guess I need to lighten up and accept that London is really expensive and a $62 USD meal is just life as usual unless you get your meals at KFC or a kebab shop.

September 22, 2007

Scotland: The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of

Donnottar Castle, Stonehaven

Tim and I went to Scotland. We walked up and down lots of hills, camped it up all over the country side, figured out how to fry onions with a camp stove, got lost in the clouds, took a trip on a funicular, drank some whiskey, and climbed to the highest point in the UK.


Link to the Flickr Photo set
Link to the Google map of where we camped and hiked

Crossposted to SmarterFitter.com

July 17, 2007

A few things I learned on my cycle to Southend

So this is Southend?

Tim and I cycled 59 miles yesterday as part of the British Heart Foundation's charity ride from London to Southend. We left Victoria Park at 08:00, made it to Southend by 14:30. We were on a train back to London by 15:30pm and by 17:45, we were at the Londsborough (our local pub), celebrating with cold beer.

Here are a few things I learned along the way:

  • Contrary to my prior belief, the weather does not improve when one leaves London
  • A bicycle ride through the suburbs of London isn't so bad when the route is signed and lined with an eternity of other cyclists to follow
  • Anyone with legs and a bike can cycle 59 miles, even people with really heavy mountain bikes, big beer bellies, or painfully squeeky gears
  • A beer belly won't stop an Englishman from brandishing flashy, skintight cycle gear
  • Tandem bicycles are absurd
  • Sunscreen should be worn at all times, even in cloudy England
  • A flat tire always occurs at the most inopportune time, such as after the journey, back in London, on the bike ride home from the train station
  • My bicycle seat (a Selle Italia XO Genuine Gel Saddle) rocks - 59 miles and no bum-pain. This may have more to do with my rock-hard ass than my bike seat
  • 1 pack of pumpernickle bread, 1 handful of walnuts, 1 handful of almonds, 1 block of cheese, 2 apples, 2 bananas, 2 slabs of leftover tofu steak, 1 tomato, and 2 Whole Earth raw food bars are almost sufficient for 2 people's journey, but it doesn't quite cover the insatiable craving for salt on the train ride home
  • Really long bike rides make fully-leaded Coca-Cola tie with extra-cold lager for most thirst-quenching beverage EVER (lager wins, I think)
  • Southend is a dive
  • Leaving London is good for the soul, and I should do it more often, but not to Southend

Oddly, neither Tim nor I are muscularly sore today. I think this has something to do with my pre- and post-ride stretch, 8 solid hours of very sound sleep, ample food for the journey, proper hydration, and post-ride carbo-loading with beer, wine and a generous pile of delicious pasta. Either that, or my rock-hard ass.

Go to the photos!

I Hearts my bicycle

June 29, 2007

A day in the life of Chicago's Golden Apple


Golden Apple
Originally uploaded by Matt Hamilton


In its 174th episode, This American Life spends 24 hours at The Golden Apple, an all-night diner in Chicago's north side. This is more about the diner's patrons than the diner themselves making The Golden Apple a perfect setting for a show about Chicagoans.

They daytime crowd, older and more sober, are more interesting (and lucid) than the late night drunks. And then there's the bird's eye scene:

"No one's talking much but it's a comfortable silence. When you're up this early it's hard not to feel some sense of community with everyone else who's awake, but you don't necessarily want to talk to them."

Diners after my own heart.

The best stories are told by the old folks who've witnessed the changing faces of the neighborhood over years - the former youngest butcher in Illinois, a harmonica player, the lady who grew to love "the gays", but still admits that race is a problem.

Just as good are the accents, which are enough to make any far flung Chicagoan a little homesick. It makes me want to visit The Golden Apple on a different day, full of different people. Everybody's got a story to tell.

May 17, 2007

Wel, dyma i chi ddefaid da!

I'm out for a long weekend of (probably wet) camping in Wales. Going to climb some mountains and have a campfire. Cya Tuesday! Iechyd da!

May 13, 2007

Dearth of sleeping places in Llandundo Junction


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Originally uploaded by brainstormer7.

Tim and I are going to north Wales on Thursday night. We'll get in at 10:30pm in Llundundo Junction, then pick up a rental car early the next morning. From there, we'll be camping and tramping around the serene hills of northern Wales.

But where to stay on Thursday night? Llandundo Junction is a waypoint between the resort communities of Llandundo and Conwy, where all the fancy bed and breakfasts are. But the Junction is without hotels of any kind.

So instead of sacrificing the time and money in an old person's idea of "paradise", we're staying at the only place in Llandundo with a room: The Old Station Hotel. It's more of a pub than a hotel, or so the interweb suggests (mrfalafel claims its "chav central", while Nge informs that its known locally as "The Killer").

The kind woman who handled my booking explained that the room has a private bath, but no shower.

Llandundo Junction or bust!

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