Gatehouse Coffee

The other day Mary had asked me for tea at Betty’s, and in lieu of fresh scones with clotted cream and raspberry jam, we walked to town with happy hearts.  & then somewhere between talking about nothing and home Mary stopped and pointed upwards. She asked “Have you heard of this cafe?” We were beneath a stone bridge, I looked around and said “Here? No…but shall we try it?” She said yes, and just like that we abandoned our plans and found ourselves at this little coffee house.


Gatehouse Coffee

 The excitement of walking up a stairwell is the ambiguity in what awaits atop.

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Postcard from Paris: Blé Sucré

While planning for my Paris itinerary in December, I came across so many raving reviews of Blé Sucré that it was virtually impossible attempting to resist paying a visit to the famed patisserie.

It is an unassuming, friendly bakery overlooking the scenic Square Trousseau in the 12th district of Paris. The pastry chef, Fabrice Le Bourdat, was working at a three-Michelin starred restaurant (no kidding) before he decided to set up his own shop, delivering fluffy croissants, savoury buttery Madeleines and exquisite desserts to customers all day. At about 3-5 euros for each item, the prices are reasonable too, considering the high quality that they are produced in!

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The Retreat (Grassington)

When you are starving, exhuasted and confronted with an unfamiliar street full of good eateries, you can only hope to settle for a place that serves up a satisfying and wholesome meal.

The pale shade of green framing The Retreat Cafe & tearoom stood out against the cobble grey  buildings, and with the likes of a good crowd and a seemingly cosy interior, we decided to go for it.

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Cafe Rouge

How do you decide on a place to eat for lunch?

My principle is usually to stay away from chain restaurants, especially if you are exploring a new town, on the reasoning that since I’m in a new place anyway, I should try out something that is unique to the location rather than something that is so easily accessible anywhere.

But it was a cold and rainy afternoon and my friend (who was in town for a weekend visit) and I were dying to warm ourselves up with decent food at manageable prices, so we gave up on trying to trek halfway across the city centre for that perfect lunch place, and Cafe Rouge it was.

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