Turtle Bay comes to The Cronx

Caribbean food & rum lovers rejoice.

Turtle Bay has moved into Croydon.

I was invited along to the press launch earlier this week, and I’m not gonna lie, it’s good.

I ate so much food I needed to pretty much be wheeled out of there in a barrow and the cocktails were lip smackers.

But mainly.

It felt clean.

Not just the environment (obvs) but the grub.

Clean and bloody well cooked jerk, tender curry goat and dumplings that weren’t greasy. It didn’t feel naughty.

Just nice.

& to top it all off, Laura even said the jerk was up there with her Mum’s. Which is saying something as nothing in the world is ever as good as Mummy Laura’s jerk.

The staff are wicked and know they bloody know their stuff about rum.

And a little insider for you… just for Turtle Bay, Croydon they’ve devised a new off menu cocktail.

The Kate Moss.

If you’re in the know, ask for one at the bar.

Honestly, it was to DIE FOR.




Turtle Bay opens this Sunday. Go & feast



The view from Tingtagel Castle. Shortly before the Cornish tea. Nom

Beautiful Cornwall

I’ve not done an image filled post before, but the weekend I’ve just had warrants it.

6 mates. 1 stunning beach side cottage. 1 epic bike ride. 1 even epic-er hike through the rocky coastline. Far too many bottles of wine and even more cheese.

We’re all stupidly busy and finding a weekend when we were all free wasn’t the easiest of tasks, but we pinned each other down, booked a truly beautiful AirBnb and took a convoy of Fiat 500’s to Bude in Cornwall.

The views, the fresh air and the pints of Rattler cider were enough to make me want to go back again next week. But the company, the cottage and Cornish tea on the edge of a cliff really sealed the deal.

We had a wood burner, we had each other and we had plenty of red wine and the weekend was one word. Delightful.

Here’s the snaps. And incase you ever needed more of an excuse to leave London for a long weekend, here’s some.

To beautiful Cornwall. Thank you x



The Beautiful Beast of Brixton 

So last week I ventured somewhere new. Not new for Brixton. But new for me.

A birthday tipple or two (read 6)for a lovely mate of mine, mid week, back in my hometown.

I open my text based instructions on where to be and when and head on my way back home. Half way down Acre Lane and I’m stumped. The map says I overshot it and everyone says “if you hit Grand Union you’ve gone too far”. I’m at Grand Union and I’m stumped. How can this mysterious Beast of Brixton place that seems so god damn popular be so hard to find?!

Alas, I was looking for a neon shiny light and a high road prominence. Incorrect. When looking for the new favourite place of the moment, head down a side road, look for a place that looks like a house and buzz the door to be allowed in.

Up a residential staircase with an air of walking into an old mates house, I was met with two of the chirpiest of chaps. I was the first of the party (and of the night) but I took a seat like, well, like I was at home.

The more it filled, the more familiar it felt. It’s decor was cool but not poncey.

It was snug but didn’t make you feel like it was so exclusive that you shouldn’t be there. And well accommodating doesn’t come close.

They serve food on site, which by the way they are relaunching shortly rumour has it (watch this space) and I’ve heard rave reviews. However we turned up mob handed this night and their fabulous but small kitchen couldn’t handle the numbers. So what did they let us do? Order in our own pizzas. Love. Them.

Anyway the important stuff –

 They sell Red Stripe by the can (thank you Lord) and they have a swishy machine that makes frozen margharitas that are insane. Also they do this Hot Buttered Rum, which is just that – hot rum with butter in it, and it’s just, well, world ending.
Drinks from £3.50 -£8.50 and yeah watch this space about the new menu.

I’d advise booking. Cos well, when it’s taken you that long to find you’re not going to want to stand up!

See you down there.

Beast of Brixton

Review Time – The London Cocktail Club

goodge street

So this Saturday was hen do night. My friend had a lovely dinner & drinks pre wedding celebration in The Charlotte Street Hotel, Fitzrovia. Civilised with only a dash of willy straws.

However, before heading into the hen harem, a few of us decide to pop for a quick late afternoon drink nearby.

Gladly we stumbled down the iron steps to the dark and dingy London Cocktail Club, Goodge Street.

goodge street 2

had to pinch this from because my camera wouldn’t work in the dark! joy.

To my surprise, before 7pm (even on a Saturday) they have a happy hour where all of their signature cocktails are 2 for £12, which for Fitzrovia is basically PoundShop prices. The staff are super friendly and really knowledgeable which helps.

I learnt from the lovely tattooed lady (sorry love, I didn’t catch your name) where the Porn Star Martini originated. You know what, I enjoy my drinking sessions being somewhat of a school day so I really appreciated her.

Two Porn Stars each and more salty popcorn than you can shake a stick at we were on our way. I’ll be honest, and bearing in mind I’ve really done the leg work, this is hands down the best Porn Star I’ve drunk in London. And I’ve got through more than is healthy.

Sip the prosecco, don’t shot it, because it’s actually not Cava like you find elsewhere.

You are left well alone but still attended to nicely. It’s snug. And private. And to be honest, is a perfect little date venue if you’re out for lunch and want a late afternoon drink. You feel like you’re sneaking around somewhere you shouldn’t be. Which is great.

Tip. If you’re looking to be there anytime after 6pm, book. Even it is two stalls at the bar. The place is tiny and you’re not going to enjoy it as much squished against a wall tipping Gin Collins down yourself.

Also, listen when they recommend a cocktail .They clearly know what they’re doing.

I’ll be back.

London Cocktail Club
61 Goodge Street



All the reasons that Brighton is fabulous

For those of you who know me, this post doesn’t come as a surprise.

I’ve been ending up in Brighton on Friday nights, for weekends away or just on a little whim for over ten years. I’ve seen my best mates skinny dip on the beach, my first ever love & I had our first “moment” on the pier once 8 years ago (where’s that violin!?!) and I’ve been known to get in the car at 8pm at night to just drive down for a bag of chips. I’ve been spending more & more time there of late due to a wonderful little crowd that hang out in Telescombe Cliffs (special shout out now to Ade & Trish Parrish – one day they’ll have their own blog) and if I have my way I’ll own one of them town houses one day.

The chips, ex boyfriend and general merriment of this seaside town have always made me have a fondness for the place, so much so that I thought it deserved it’s own post.

So here it comes. All the reasons that I think Brighton is just fabulous

Ok, ok. First things first. The view.


I mean that is a whole lot of sea for your money.

The Lanes.

Oh hey cobbled streets of treasure trove goodness. Yes, please just march on down there and buy me an engagement ring. Immediately! They literally turn me into a human magpie. Minus the feathers.

The lengths the town goes to, to celebrate Pride.

Why just have a street party, when you could have 12? And a concert in a park? And a parade? What the hell, just make it a national holiday and be done with it!

The arty farty coffee shops.
And the fact that you don’t have to go further than ten feet to find one.


Cheap, cheerful and as hotels in Brighton go, it’s pretty much up there for everything you need. It’s clean, it’s comfy and the breakfast is cooked to order and insane. As a club. Hilarious. And the terrace in the sun is literally worth it’s weight in concrete gold. LEGENDS


I, to this day, have never been in. But I could sit outside that window and marvel at them damn cakes all the live long day. You chocolate sculpting genius.


The Cabaret Scene.

Enjoy your wine whilst listening to some absolute fire crackers belt out some power ballads? Yes please. My favourite? Without fail. Gabriella Parrish. Her voice will make the hairs on your arms stand up.

gabs and me

Not heard of her? Well I literally do not know where you’ve even been! That’s me & her just as she finished on the Cabaret Stage at Pride. Whaddapiece.

Bluebird Tea Co

Ok, me and these guys go back a few years  but my god. Why settle for a bit of English Breakfast when you could go all out and have a tea mixology lesson? What a lovely selection of brews. Keep it up.

Bluebird Tea Co.


Defy anyone to not get all of the entertainment out of a grabby machine and some candy floss.

The air.

All of the sea air. & the fact that it’s so clear that it actually makes you tired. Love it.

Wildlife Festival.


Great new festival with a wicked little vibe. And because you can’t camp, it means you get to leave the festival, head back into town and carry on your night out. In your wellies. Standard.

The fact that it only takes an hour to get there from London




Yes, please. I would quite like two course lunch, which is delicious, and a glass of wine and get change out of a tenner. Favourite place to eat. And them people. Ever. So. Friendly.

That Hot Dog place outside the station.

Annoyingly I never get the name of it…but my word. That is a good old sausage in a bun.

Sally Vate’s Rock’n’Roll Bingo

Best way to play bingo

Best way to play bingo

It’s basically a musical version of bingo. Amazing. Only real way to spend your Sunday night to be honest. Oh yeah and is if the bingo wasn’t funny enough, the drinks are half price. And for those of you from London, that means the bottles of wine are £5. Yes, £5. Work on Monday is horrific but absolutely worth it – Charles Street.

Talking of cheap drinks…

The fact that a round doesn’t cost you a mortgage like it sometimes can in London. Which is always nice.

Oh yeah and then there’s the fact that in the evening, you get to look at views like this…

I took that. I know right. All of the pride.

I took that. I know right. All of the pride.

& last but not least.

The fact that you can be who  you want, wear what you like and love whoever tickles your fancy. And nobody is going to bat an eyelid.

Next stop. Reckon this blog would work well if I called it Lady Brighton? Hmmm. Food for thought.

LL x