So, yesterday, I had lunch at Publik on the third floor of PUB with Kissey, we’d been chatting on email but never met so it was time to discuss her past projects and potential future projects. She had the goat’s cheese salad I took the peppered salmon, lunch at Publik is always great and the venue remarkably relaxing even though it’s full with folk tucking into their lunch.

So, I should have mentioned, the day was ended by Daniel meeting his idol Bob Stanley from St:Etienne (Im a little blasé being English) as well as legend Don Letts at the Original Penguin party which was fun as we got a little drunk on a Swedish Vodka called Camitz I had never heard of before but the drinks were great, if strong. Dinner was a staunch favorite of mine Carluccio’sCarluccio’s, it’s a chain of Italian Deli/Café’s all over London, the food is good, reasonably priced and you can safely eat in them all over town without being disappointed.

So I was in London last week on a little work errand, every time I have to go to London I always take lunch at the same restaurant. I am a creature of habit, 50% of the time and the other 50% always looking for something new to replace my last habit. Well this habit involves eating the best English food I can find and St-Johns Bread and Wine gives me that hit each and every time I go there. I like the one on Commercial Street a little more than the original as it’s near some of my favorite shops in East London, Rough Trade East & Butcher of Distinction. So after a revitalizing lunch of cold grouse & damson jelly, rolled spleen, mackerel and pickled cabbage, purple sprouting broccoli and Eccles Cake and Lancastershire Cheese, Daniel and I, (my companion on this trip) headed West to see an old friend, Kim and get probably one of the first peeks at his AW09 collection plus his rather interesting zebra couch.

So, I am a little late starting this blog I should have begun last week when my life was kind of interesting, now this week it’s a little more quiet which I quite enjoy but you will have to endure, trust me it won’t get more dull…