My Last Week in Instagrams

As I'm sure you already know- when the sun is out in London it's a cardinal sin to sit in doors. 

All of a sudden you're reaching for your phone, making plans and living on the edge [otherwise known as leaving your house without a jacket]. Unfortunately, in my case, my over enthusiastic sunshine messaging put me in the awkward positioning of triple-booking on a multitude of days which has made for one very busy lady! 

This week I watched Beyonce rock The O2 Arena with a friend

while enjoying a glass of Sir Perrier. 

Beyonce was absolutely incredible and make the experience even more incredible- Jay-Z joined her on stage!

 N'aww.

I threw on my staple sunshine colour- White

and took a stroll through Regents Park- one of my favourite places ever. 

and watched the sun disappear into the darkness at The Boundary [blogged about here]

I got dolled up to attend a show at The Barbican Centre, London- had a heat hair dilemma 

which was quickly resolved with a mad hair shake and a dash out of the door in this Baby from the Topshop Kate Moss Collection.

Ravishing from an overly active day and night, I made a pitstop at Duck & Waffle  

and destroyed one of my favourite cuban desserts- Torrejas 

Too good To-rrejas. [resist for my slower friends.]

I took a long countryside drive

to view a spanish-inspired property with the most incredible views of London.

Having burnt off an adequate amount of calories galavanting around in the sun, I took a trip to the incredible Levant to celebrate a friends birthday and indulged in one of the tastiest mixed grills I've ever tasted.

Followed by a tower of desserts ranging from rose glazed grapes and buttery baklava 

Inspired by the range of delicious flavours and foods that I'd tasted, I cooked up a storm in the kitchen for my family 

And ended the week on a high note 

A high note topped with ice cream that is- did I forget to mention that? 

See upping the degrees, ups the productivity! How was your week in the sunshine? 

For the Quack of Dawn...

Having been collected by our knight in shining armour, our Uber London driver of course, and successfully analyzing every detail of the events of his night, the run of the mill 5am hunger pangs began to take over.

After an active cardio session, in the form of dancing around the members only Whisky Mist London, famished was an accurate description. In a city that’s always thriving with life, the lack of "wee hours of the morning" dining facilities has always amazed me.

High on the 40^th floor of The City’s Jewel, The Heron tower, sits a poised eatery open for diners 24 hours a day. So whether it’s a late night feast you’re after, or a cheeky night-cap, Duck & waffle promises to not only welcome you with open arms but nestles you in its menu of utterly delicious foods and unique combinations- the perfect cure after a night of liquid indulgence.

Guided through a separate entrance we soared up the 600ft distance to our destination, warning: your ears will pop, and alighted to a rustic wooden walled maze that would lead us to our much awaited treasure:

Good food.

Having previously visited Duck & Waffle for every meal of the day, yes there is a separate menu for brunch, lunch and all meals in between, I have played victim to the routine sharp intake of breath as you turn the final corner of the maze to discover the incredible view that sweeps the entirety of London. However, no matter how many times you visit this establishment the panoramic views never fail to take your breath away.

Settled and raring to order, our maitre de glided over with a much appreciated perkiness for 5.30am, and muttered my favourite ‘AM’ pillow talk words:

“Can I get you anything?”

Oh can you.

“A Round of the signature Duck and Waffles, a steak and eggs Benedict for precautionary measures and a side of trotter-braised beans- please.”

The Duck and Waffle is the restaurants signature dish for a reason.

A crispy duck leg confit cooked so tenderly in a way that ensure the meat is separable from the bone, perched on top of an airy waffle and crowned with a fried duck egg drenched in mustard maple syrup (it comes separately but ask your maitre de to pour it over the top and they will ensure that it is quite literally soaked.) 40 floors up, and one duck and waffle down, heaven was literally right around the corner.

On to the Steak & eggs. My overzealous ordering may have been the cause for this dish, but it was definitely a good thing in this case. I was presented with braised ox cheeks, crunchy charred sourdough bathed in Hollandaise sauce. An absolutely exquisite dish.  

Although the maitre de forgot our side of trotter-braised beans, we were definitely satisfied with our early morning chow-down, and retired to our beds with a head full of fun memories and a stomach completely satisfied.

Definitely worth a visit!