St Michael

I apologise, England, I called spring too early on Sunday and now we’re back to freezing temps. Nonetheless, I have the distinct impression that warm weather vacations are sneaking up on us.  And, seeing as I just booked a trip to Downton Abbey Highclere Castle at the end of August (thanks Sam!), there is nothing to lose from thinking about places you should visit once the warm weather arrives.

St Michael

The first such place should be St Michael’s Mount in Cornwall. I alluded to it months ago in this post and told you a bit about its history here. But I feel like you might have forgotten about it.

View from St Michael

St Michael

St Michaels Mount, Cornwall / JessOnThames

Gardens of St Michael

Boat off St Michael

St Michael

Yup. Essentially Italy. But in England. Summer is coming. Cornwall is calling.

This has been a friendly public service announcement.

For more information on St Michael’s Mount, take a look at their website. It is still a family run castle, so it is often closed on weekends even during the summer months. Be sure to check before you visit.

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I finally pressed publish on the new blog! Still sorting out some little bugs (including where many of my recent comments have gone… my apologies, Dishoom writers…) but I hope you enjoy having a look around.

I have a logo! Things are brighter and cleaner and hopefully more easy to navigate. I’ve pulled travel destinations together and will continue adding to them. There is a new London Directory of favorite spots around town as well as a wish list of spots I still want to try in the London Agenda. And a easier way to find posts under categories about expat life, travel, blogging as well as my favorite weekly Super, Pretty, Funny finds.

I hope you enjoy it!


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Dishoom, King Dishoom, King
So here’s the thing: I have a dilemma.

What does one write about a restaurant everyone already loves?

Last night, I realised that in my first year and a half living in London, I have committed one atrocious crime: I did not go to Dishoom earlier.

Dishoom – or the Bombay Cafe as they describe themselves – is like an interior designer’s dream which serves incredible food. I’d seen a picture or two of their restaurants in London magazines, but I think what first hooked me was this description they have on their website:

“The Old Irani Cafés of Bombay have almost all disappeared. Their faded elegance welcomed all: rich businessmen, sweaty taxi-wallas and courting couples. Fans turned slowly. Bentwood chairs were reflected in stained mirrors, next to sepia family portraits. Students had breakfast. Families dined. Lawyers read briefs. Writers found their characters.”

Yeah. Sign me up.

There was only one problem. I have avoided trying Dishoom because I am loath to wait for a table, which for some entirely insane reason seems to be all the rage in London. You can’t reserve for dinner unless you are a party over 6.

Cue bloggers.

We arrived at their King’s Cross location wondering if the early eating time of 6pm would suit us (the only time available to book a table on a Wednesday evening). By the time we were sitting, most of us admitted we were already charmed before we reached the table.

Dishoom, King Dishoom, King

We ordered cocktails and loved reading about the Permit Room (in Bombay, the prohibition style room where drinking is sanctioned once you obtain a private permit). We were advised to order 2-3 dishes per person and could barely decide which to order.

I would say the Black House Dahl (simmered for 24 hours) were the champion of the dinner menu, but I also particularly enjoyed the Chicken Berry Britannia and Mattar Paneer. The calamari were also out of this world. We topped the night off with magical glasses of Bailey’s Chai which were delicious until the cream at the top of two of ours went a bit funky – but in all honesty, I didn’t care.

Truth is, I’d go back and happily wait the hour for the table in their incredible basement bar. I’d order an Edwina’s Affair – gin, rose & cardamom with mint. Maybe have some ocra fries while we wait.

I hear they do brunch. I will likely be back to sample it before you’ve even read this post.

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