Park Lane is a beautiful place to while away an afternoon, especially when a stand filled with Four Seasons Afternoon Tea delicacies has been gently placed before you. Disclosure: we were guests of the Four Seasons Hotel, but all my musings are very much original.
Inspired by the historic halls of the world-famous arcade, Executive Pastry Chef David Oliver has created five bespoke pastries that take you on a sensorial journey, mirroring the visual experience you would have through the jewellery, watch, fragrance, fashion, beauty and housewares boutiques of Burlington Arcade.
I haven’t yet graced the shores of Thailand, but in my dreams it’s a fragrant tropical paradise. One with coral seas and sparkling white beaches where the air is redolent with… massaman curry. Disclosure: We were guests of Nipa Thai, a delicious restaurant in the Royal Lancaster Hotel – it’s always, always a pleasure to dine there. All random musings are mine and mine only as ever.
Forget the scents of orchids, jasmine, lemongrass, ratchaphruek and lime – I would love the spiced aromas of silkenly tangled tamarind, cinnamon, coconut and kaffir lime to float my way whilst exploring those tropical shorelines. Especially around lunch and dinner times.
In some respects I have a ridiculously long memory: flavours, kindnesses, lyrics to 90s pop songs, houses that have friendly cats. It’s also in respect to restaurants that I fancy visiting. and Galvin at Windows is somewhere that had been on my list for more than an age.
We just hadn’t quite gotten around to booking a table, but luckily my Mr Kiwi has an even longer memory than me (or is just more susceptible to hints) so for my birthday, he treated me to a million dollar view over London – and a Michelin starred dinner to boot.
This has been a rollercoaster of a month. For both myself and a lot of the people around me, so if we were having a coffee right now, I suspect we’d be having a White Russian – a cocktail made with vodka, coffee liqueur and cream served with ice in an Old Fashioned glass. Yum.
Work is incredibly busy, travel has been fairly non-existent this month if it hasn’t been work-related and I’ve very rarely been peeping my head outside of my front door. Sometimes you just have to.
The sun was shining gloriously, my apple green soft-top Maserati was parked neatly under the shadow of the Shard and I had a generously proportioned gin cocktail in front of my hand for sipping*. We’d popped into the Tanqueray Gin Garden at Bar 31 in the Shangri La (disclosure: we were invited guests of the Shangri La) right next to London Bridge Station, and life was good.
* One of these things isn’t quite accurate – I’ll leave you to guess which. Hint: I haven’t got rid of my taxi app just yet – and make sure you have a chauffeur if you’re going to bring your apple green Maserati with you.