And suddenly there I was.

One minute I thought I was lost and about to wander onto a building site.

The next I was entering the gates of organic Valhalla. It was as if I’d developed a sort of extra sensory organic sixth sense (I see Veg people). I’d only been looking for somewhere to get a cheeky lunchtime pint. Instead I ended up at … Read More →

I had a nearly Vegetarian week in Wimbledon (Except for that organic hog roast breakfast at the Wimbledon Park farmer’s market), and I have to say by Saturday I was feeling pretty good. Not quite the invincible feeling you get after Sambuca when you genuinely believe you’re the most attractive man in the room, but there was definitely a spring in my step.

But it was time for a Sunday meat treat. Read More →