The first restaurant that I had gone to when I returned to the main line was Sabrina’s at Wynnewood Shopping Center. I was getting brunch with a friend I haven’t seen in six months, and when we had went for brunch once in the past, it had been at the Sabrina’s at Wynnewood Shopping Center. […]Read more "where home is"
I arrived at Newark airport. The air is tepid. The weather has changed since I have been here last in December. Surprise. Either way, I found the warm air to be a bit discomforting. I, in general, do not like warm weather. I find summer, however, to be tolerable. It is just the lukewarm weather […]Read more "a tepid return"
The first meal that I had had went I arrived at London had been a bacon sandwich from the Costa Coffee next to Euston Station. It was, quite literally, a slice of bacon between two pieces of buttery bread. That was the first time that I had been proverbially pissed on. I learned from my […]Read more "a semester between two costas"
I spent my last full day in the UK, appropriately, hiking the Seven Sisters trail from Seaford to Eastborne. It was quite a risk. I had run out of cellular data on my phone, and my flight had been the next day back in London Heathrow. But, this had been a trail that I had […]Read more "the seven sisters"
Lamb Roti @ Roti King Roti King. A Malaysian place. Very affordable. Very good. This was one of the first places that I had visited in London. According to my friend, it was simultaneously listed on a London’s Best Food list and a London’s Best Cheap Eats lists. So, from its presence on both of […]Read more "meals with feels – london"
To say that Sofar London defined my semester would be quite an accurate statement. There were very few things this semester that had brought me some semblance of happiness. Even fewer that had brought me some personal fulfilment. But, despite the chaos that I have navigated, it is Sofar London that allowed me to feel […]Read more "sofar london"
Sheridans Cheesemongers I was struck by the cool air immediately as I walked into the store. Cold, windowless, full of cheese decorating the shelves, I felt as if I were walking into a refrigerator. I walked around a bit to admire the cheeses. On the wall, there was a poster detailing which region in France […]Read more "meals with feels – dublin"