I like food, me. I'm not one of those thin girls who can live off coffee and a sniff of a banana. No, me and Blondie used to be known as "Two Dinners" when we had the shop because that's what we frequently ate. I'm from a family of greedy guts too, with plenty of sweet tooth going on (in my Dad's case, it was sweet gums - he had all his teeth whipped out whilst still in his 20s - they did that kind of thing back in the day. Still, being a gummy wonder never stopped him enjoying a Topic chocolate bar - he just used to suck all the caramel and chocolate off, then line the hazelnuts up to see how many were in each bar. Borderline OCD, maybe a bit unusual in a miserable old Northerner, but funny and endearing).
Had a lovely treat this evening. Got taken out by a top agent and friend, Ms Squire, to Trullo in Islington. Apparently, getting a table in there is very difficult, but she's a mover and shaker so it's win-win for us plebs. Milly and Jenny came too and the food, service and company were superb. It's owned by Jordan Frieda (offspring of Lulu and hair supremo King of Frizz-Ease John Frieda. Ms Blunt tells me that she lived with John Frieda in New York when she was a fledgling agent). For once, no picture of my food, but if you can imagine the creamiest butternut squash risotto with taleggio as a starter, followed by spinach, polenta, chanterelle and slowcooked artichoke heart, finishing with smooth caramel panacotta, washed down by prosecco and some delicious velvety Italian red. Food wankfest.
Got in just in time for more food, but this time played for laughs. Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon's The Trip has me pissing my pants laughing every time. The last in the series this week, the pair have been doing a spoof restaurant review tour of the North on behalf of The Observer. The food always looks amazing, but is outshone each week by the stunning countryside (The Lakes and Lancashire - OK if you like that kinda thing, but oh, Yorkshire - you bloody beauty).
