#best lunch menu london

[bellacosarestaurant]

Popular Italian Restaurants

Italian restaurants have become popular in many countries' food scene. Despite the popularity of American, Mexican, Indian, Chinese and Japanese cuisines, many people choose to pay a hefty price just to eat at an authentic Italian restaurant. Some are willing to travel several miles from home to dine in the best Italian restaurant in the UK. The question now arises is why are Italian restaurants so popular among people all over the world.

The common reason is that they offer high-quality dishes with varied flavours. The food they prepare is composed of the freshest and healthiest spices and ingredients, and when combined with an excellent food-making process, create meals that have the most unique of tastes. An Italian fine dining place is the only one that makes hand-rolled meatballs, a mouth-watering and unique Italian tiramisu for dessert-loving people.

Away from that, Italian restaurants give a wide variety of dishes that you can choose from. They've different sausages, types of pizzas, and all kinds of pasta. However, there are always other meals to choose from. You can also try a dish you've never tried before and you'll surely be satisfied, Another reason for their popularity is because of the best lunch in Canary Wharf. Every dish is like a work of art for Italian chefs. The pizzas are always presented in a way that everyone finds irresistible and hard to ignore. Italian chefs prepare the food with passion, thus making every bite special. 

The potion of food they offer is sufficient for two or more people. Even a single plate will surely satisfy your appetite. They also give one of the most filling and carbohydrate-rich dishes in the world.

An Italian restaurant offers a classic but positive atmosphere with the best lunch menu in London. People who want to relax from their fast-paced life or loosen up would find an Italian restaurant a gracious place to be. It's quiet, classy and full of good and great tasty food. The restaurant staffs are always friendly, professional and passionate about their work. They ensure that the place is pleasing to the customers, making them feel relaxed throughout their stay at the restaurant.

These are a few reasons why an Italian restaurant has drawn many loyal customers from all over the world. When all of these elements are put together, making the guests visit the brunch places in Canary Wharf repeatedly.

[whorediaries-09]

i wanna be yours;

pairing- sirius black x barista!reader warning(s)- tooth decaying fluff. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- totally self indulgent.

masterlist for the 'the seven lives'

the slut club

if you like your coffee hot let me be your coffee pot

he doesn’t fancy coffee much, he’s more of a tea person.

much to his dismay, james drags him to the one of the small downtown cafés in london. james likes his sweet coffees, it helps him focus, he insists. sirius thinks it makes him more inattentive; if that were to be possible. he thinks his friend would still be chasing colourful butterflies or pet dogs that curl up near sirius’ legs.

however, the feeling quickly dissipates. when his eyes fall on you. you’ve got your hair up in a messy bun, writing down orders on a piece of paper. a slight smile curved upon your lips. the apron you wear is dirty, and he imagines it smelling like freshly baked cookies and coffee. he feels his heart skip a beat when you turn your head around at the sound of the charms above the door jingling. the smile on your lips broadens, the soft sunlight reflecting your features.

he feels a weird warm sensation calm down over his nerves, as you wave to his friend.

‘hi james, what can i get you today?’ you ask. even your voice is ethereal.

‘just the regular, darlin’- he jolts sirius in his ribcage, causing him to stomp on his foot, ‘-and whatever this dolt likes,’

his hand grips his ribcage as the pain of the soft blow dissipates over his body. he rolls his eyes, and he walks nearer to the counter, behind which you stand, taking in the sight of you. you chuckle softly, and he thinks it’s music to his years. he’s pretending to trail his eyes over the menu, trying to choose what he wants. truth be told, he has no idea about what he’s seeing. cappuccinos espressos, lattes, americano, they all seem fancy, foreign words to him. he chooses the safest option, to not make a fool of himself.

‘i’ll have a masala chai, please,’ he says. james stares at him in silence. he watches his eyes as you walk away back into the kitchen, he knows that look. it’s been years since he’s seen it on his friend’s eyes. but he knows it, he remembers it.

‘okay so one caffé mocha for james and one masala chai for-?’ you speak. sirius thankfully enough, catches up to your words. he leans closer, letting his hips sabotage the counter,

‘for sirius,’ he whispers, as if a secret to be kept between you and him. he doesn’t miss the flush on your skin or the way your eyes cradle over his appearance or way you unconsciously lean slightly closer to listen to him. you nod, everting your eyes.

‘one masala chai for sirius,’

it’s the best one he’s had, he thinks.

*-

you smudge the sticky lip gloss on your lips, fixing stray strands of hair on your head. it’s silly you think, to expect sirius to come back to the café. he wasn’t with james the other day he came in. but still, a part of you heaves hope that he’ll come in.

to maybe, just ask your name.

you’re busy eating your lunch, balancing yourself on a tool while reading a book. it’s not a very lovely book, with weird phrases and graphic descriptions containing nothing very interesting, but you think you’ll survive. it’s just for time pass, you convince yourself, letting the taste of your lunch relish on your tongue. it’s not a very busy day, with only a few customers dropping by, along with james. so, you’d finally convinced him to try something new out of the menu. he’d reluctantly chosen a caramel iced frappe. he was a very picky person, and you remembered how remus had introduced him to coffee, the first time he’d walked into the shop.

you never saw remus again, james became a regular. a picky person thing you supposed, to drink something new from the only shop they knew and liked.

you wondered whether sirius was a picky person too. it was a strange looming feeling, one that echoed into your brain and made you feel like a teenager high on hormones. but who wouldn’t be? the man exuded an aura of charm, his words and voice as smooth as velvet. it was idiotic you supposed, to be enamoured by somebody who didn’t give you more than his name.

still, it makes your stomach turn happily with dopamine, when your hopes turn into reality and the forsaken man that had been on your mind turns up. he carries a very chubby baby in his arms. you silently appreciate the flexing veins on his tattooed biceps as he walks towards you.

‘the chai was fire,’ he says. his eyes wander over to your uniform, trying to catch your name tag. there’s none he realizes, before his eyes fix on your face.

‘maybe you’ll try a coffee today?’ you say, a shy smile on your face.

‘surprise me darling,’ he says. the way the r rolls off his tongue makes you stomach do somersaults.

‘i’ll try my best,’ you say, dashing off into the kitchen.

it’s a hazelnut mocha caffé you bring back. you’re not sure whether he would appreciate the slight nut like taste on the drink, but it’s still worth a try. more cliched than a try really, bringing a cute customer your personal favourite drink.  

you write his name on the cup with as much precision as you can on the curved surface. try to make the dots on the i’s look more carefully drawn along the paper. you silently hope he notices your effort.

‘what have you got, for me now, hot stuff?’ he says, a cheeky grin on his face. he enjoys the tiny flush the appears across your skin and how you bite your lip at the nickname.

‘are you flirting with me because your kiddo has eaten up the cookies on the counter?’ sirius’ eyes wanders to the baby in his arms, and he grabs a tissue to wipe off the dust of his cheeks.

‘he’s not mine, i’m his godfather. it’s james’ kid,’ he explains, letting out a soft chuckle at the baby’s antics.

‘father like son i suppose,’ you drawl, handing him the latte. he looks at the cup, wondering what you’ve got him for a surprise. he hopes it’s not one of the sweet things’ james’ buys. it’ll make him sleepy, and he won’t be able to take care of harry as he’d promised.

‘how much do I owe you -?’ he stops mid-sentence, in a dilemma to use nicknames or not. he wants to know your name, let it simmer on his tongue before he lets it out. thankfully, you get the deal. so you give him your name.

he thinks it’s beautiful.  

*-

‘hi baby, what are you drawing?’ your voice is soft. you hand sirius his masala chai, rutting your hips against harry’s side of the table. he fiddles with his crayons, drawing random scribbles on the piece of paper. his striking green eyes stare at you, before he blabbers, his words not so clear yet,

‘a motohcych!’

‘ouhh,’ you hum, pushing your fingers through the mop of curly hair atop his head. you scratch your nails softly on his scalp, enjoying the sound of his chuckling.

‘is it prehhy?’ he asks, a shy smile on his face as he finishes scribbling on the paper. you’re not able to make out much from the black colours, but the innocence in his voice makes your heart melt. you press a kiss on his chubby cheek, and he giggles,

‘it’s very pretty,’ you say, bopping his nose.

‘whah do you like? i wihh drawh thahh’ he says, struggling with his words. you find it adorable. but when you speak out your answer, it’s more for sirius than harry,

‘flowers maybe? like yellow ones?’

*-

on a particularly busy day when, sirius walks in your café, it’s not a very empty space. and neither are you to be found anywhere. he hopes you’re in the kitchen somewhere, preparing your coffees. over the times he’s come over, he’s learnt you’re a shy thing. he’s not much of an observer, but somehow you make his eyes stop. you make him observe and learn things.

so sirius puts the bunch of flowers he’d bought on the table, alongside a note for you.

when you find them, they’re barely blooming, buds of yellow flowers. it makes your heart flutter when you find his note. a boost of serotonin runs through your body as you sabotage the tissue, searching for his number. it’s dumb, you think, but it’s also a hope that blossoms within you. you however find none.

you’re distracting by your name being shouted across the kitchen, asking for a hand in help.

*-

you’re freezing, as the rain patters over the sidewalk, just barely missing your shoes under the sunroof. you urse yourself for not bringing in your umbrella or a raincoat. now you’re stuck under the rain, with nowhere to go until the rain stops.

you’re saved by an angel with red hair who comes along the way, carrying an extra umbrella, with a toddler curled up in her arms. her eyes are striking similar, an emerald green you could recognise anywhere.

‘harry?’ you ask, looking at the toddler. he flashes you a beautiful grin, throwing grubby hands at you. you pinch his cheeks, smiling.

‘you must be lily,’ you say, turning to the woman. she stares at you flabbergasted, her mind seemingly rendering to her memories,

‘how do you know me, sweetie?’ she says, giving you an extra umbrella.

‘sirius- um well he comes to the café very often. he usually brings your adorable kid around,’

her eyes scan your features, as a look of realization dawns upon her. she squeezes your shoulder, slowly walking away into the rain. it pitters over the plastic of the umbrella, and she smiles, a soft look in her eyes.

‘give the umbrella to sirius, the next time you see him,’  

*-

sirius is jittery when he walks into the café. he hopes to catch you, even though he knows it’s not your shift. but there’s something about the aftermath of rain and petrichor which heightens his hopes. he tousles with his raven dark strands, hoping he doesn’t look too bad. you’ve made him shy. in a way, where he’s too intimidated to speak his feelings out directly. but he’s a man with plans.

his heart threatens to jump out of his chest when he finds you there. it’s the work of gods, or perhaps the work of his faith. he walks towards the counter, and you catch his eye. he thinks your eyes carry the most magnificent twinkle when you see him. your eyes linger on his lips a tad bit longer for it to be just friendly and his heart almost jumps through his ribcage. he’s almost forgetting his plans when you smile so sweetly at him. for a moment, he thinks it’s meant just for him.

‘hi darling,’ he greets, leaning towards the counter. his hips jolt at the metal, and he takes out his phone. you nod, acknowledging him.

‘do you think you can help me with…a crush?’ he says. he watches your breaths stops in your throat, as a dark sadness reflecting in your features.

‘maybe,’ you whisper, a quiet disdain succumbing your voice. you don’t meet his eyes. over the time he’s observed you, he realised that you don’t meet anybody’s eyes when you’re sad or angry. it’s a way of bottling up your emotions and eating them up till your stomach churns.

‘you wanna see a picture?’ he asks, trying to not react to the sadness on your face.

‘sure,’ you say. his heart almost shatters when you keep your head low, not meeting his eyes. he unlocks his phone, sliding it between your face.

your reflection stares back at you, and you jump. with surprise or glee, he can’t decipher. the sadness on your features has dissipated, your eyes glowing with hope and emotion. he stares at his reflection in your eyes, and he thinks he’s the prettiest reflected through the colour of your irises. he bites his lip when you don’t say anything.

he’s waiting in contemplation, wondering what your next move is, when you lean against the counter, closer to his face, breathing him in. he secretly thanks himself for chewing on a gum before he came in.

‘i think you should just ask her out on a date. she’ll be foolish not to say yes to you,’ you say, your eyes full of mischief. you’re grinning, as he counts the wrinkles beside your eyes.

‘you think so?’ he says, leaning closer, and almost brushing his lips against yours. almost letting himself taste you. he thinks if he has a taste, he won’t be able to stop himself from devouring you, from ravaging you apart.

‘i bet so,’ you say, smiling before your hand cradles his face, pushing his lips upon yours. he groans, capturing his lips with yours. he tastes coffee and vanilla on your tongue, melting away into his tastebuds. he loves it, he thinks, when you slide your arms across his neck, pushing yourself deeper into a passionate fury of build-up tension and hormones. his heart flutters with serotonin, and he tangles his fingers into your hair.

he doesn’t fancy coffee much, but he’s never found it more endearing than this moment.

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[renaissanceinc]

RENAISSANCE INC HALLOWEEN IN LONDON ...

please see a list of the itinerary & room mates below !

ITINERARY -

28th october: flights arrive, check into corinthia london, a 5 star hotel. free day to explore and settle in. dinner at 8pm in the hotel as a mixer for everyone

29th october: drag me to hell bottomless brunch

30th october: group trip to the London dungeons. late lunch out at the ivy asia with a spooky set menu.

31st october: halloween party at the painted hall in the old royal naval college. wear your best costumes!

1st november: jack the ripper tour combined with a haunted bar crawl in the east end, exploring 3 haunted pubs (the ten bells, the viaduct tavern & the spaniards inn). dinner back at the hotel for 8pm again with drinks and a dj.

2nd november: free day to explore, flights home arranged for the evening.

ROOM MATES -

room one: naomi mcpherson & park jiwon

room two: elias medford & sabrina carpenter

room three: willa chen & parker cannon

room four: noah sebastian & evangeline levesque

room five: fletcher shears & sloane carter

room six: julien baker & lucy dacus

room seven: katie gavin & madison beer

room eight: rosalie cooper & josie jiménez

room nine: domink gutiérrez & kathleen belsten

room ten: sylvie nadin & park seonghwa

[themultifandomgal]

From 2010- Birthday In Sydney

2012

Part 18

13th April 2012

“Happy birthday!” Emma shouts through the phone to me it’s 12:00am In London and 11am here in Sydney.

“Thank you Em” I say putting my hair up into a pony tail

“Have you had any presents yet?”

“I’ve got some presents dad brought with me but I haven’t opened them yet. I haven’t seen the boys yet. They did say they were going to take me out for lunch though”

“Have you spoken to Alex?”

“Yeah we ended the call just before you rang. Said he’s going to try and fly out when we’re in Canada” there’s a knock on my door. I pick up my phone and take it with me to my hotel room door

“Is that the boys?” Emma asks excitedly. I open it up

“Yes”

“Hi!!” Emma screams

“Hi Emma” Harry says smiling

“Ok I’ll let you go. Have a good day I’ll speak to you later”

“Speak to you later” I end the call and look at the boys in front of me

“Are you ready?”

“Let me grab my purse” I turn around to go and get my purse

“Ah ah ah lunch is on us, it’s your birthday after all” Niall says stopping me in my tracks

“You sure?”

“Of course we are. Now come on” Louis says taking my arm and pulling me out

“Hang on I need my key card” I laugh and shake my head. Quickly grabbing my purse anyway and my bag I head out of my room “so where are we going?”

“For lunch”

“Yeah but where?” I ask looking at Harry who’s not looking at me. We walk to the lift and get in

“You’ll find out” he replies.

We arrive at a place called Aria Restaurant Sydney. Looking at the menu I can tell it’s not going to be cheep

“Guys this is way to expensive”

“We can afford it” Niall replies

“No I know, but you really didn’t have to do this”

“Yes we did. It’s your 18th birthday and your stuck with us instead of your boyfriend, best friend and dad” Zayn says

“Oh speaking of” Harry hands me a gift bag “happy birthday YN. This is off all of us”

“You guys” I pout trying not to cry. I open up the bag and find a Louis Vuitton bag “I’m gonna cry thank you all so much”

“You’re welcome”

“Sydney how are we doing tonight?!” Louis yells into the microphone. The fans scream in response “today has been a special day for one person in particular” Louis walks over to me and places his arm around my shoulders “it’s the baby of the groups birthday. Today she’s finally 18. So you all know what that means, Niall bring out the shots”

“Oh god” I moan shaking my head as Niall brings over a tray of 6 shots

“Here ya go” Louis says taking a shot glass off the tray

“Thanks” I sarcastically say

“3, 2, 1” the boys all say and we all take the shots

“Ewww” i scrunch my face up

“We have one more surprise for you YN” Zayn says and out walks Alex holding a birthday cake

“Oh my god. How? I literally spoke to him this morning”

“We know” Harry smiles “now can you all help us sing happy birthday?” The fans all scream

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to YN happy birthday to you” I blow out the candles and give Alex a quick peck on the lips.

Once the show is over we all decide to go out to celebrate, not for to long as we still have a show tomorrow.

[chesters-ocs]

couldn't help myself. continuation of the previous 2 posts. a little sorta day in the life. something about the mundane is so fun to write

wc: 852

@the-whispers-of-death pspsps im taking this au and running with it lol

It had been a number of days since Sylvester met his soulmate, which then caused a crash of panic onto him after him and Mārīte got back home.

Ever the curious little thing, his daughter all but demanded to have everything explained, and it was then that he silently cursed himself for never bothering to even tell her about something as simple and universal as a soulmate.

At least it seemed she was majorly interested, her eyes sparkling as she clung to his every word… How naive, he thought, before waving that thought away, not wanting to berate a child for being that: a child, and not understanding the world yet.

Without any further interference from his soulmate, he couldn't help but believe he made a horrific first impression. He won't blame the man, however. His mind was practically mush, and there's precious few who are willing to date someone with children from previous relationships…

As if you can even call it that, it was a glorified fling at best, and destructive at worst… Usually the worst, actually, now that he thought about it in hindsight.

No matter though… With complete radio silence from the stranger, he fell back into his usual routine. Mārīte's at school, and he's on his lunch break at some nameless company he'll forget about a few years from now. Though he supposes there is one good thing about it. Location's pretty good: central London makes it easy to find a grocery store or a bakery. Easy enough that he decided to walk, despite the rain. It's nothing worrying, given the compact umbrella in his backpack.

Sylvester steps out into the street with an expression as neutral as ever, as the man brings up and opens the umbrella. It's a simple, black thing, made of cheap material, but it gets the job done. That's all he needs. And so he trudges down main street, keeping an eye out for anything interesting.

Shops seemed to come and go constantly, rent always rising and sinking at the heart of the city. If he wasn't used to it, he would probably be overwhelmed by the size and quantity. Boutiques here, office buildings there, little family owned businesses sandwiched between both.

And speaking of family owned.. a new bakery had opened nearby, Sylvester noted. There's a couple balloons by the entrance, and the signs say there's an opening week sale. Not thinking too much, he crosses the street over to it, and pushes open the door, and unequipped his raggedy umbrella.

The place is small, but cozy. There's plenty of pastries and snacks-to-go on the display by the cash register, and the young woman in the apron greets him cheerfully.

After a second of taking the place in, the man nods, saying his own greetings. But he doesn't even spare a glance at her name tag, instead looking over the fresh goods, as well as the coffee menu.

"… Hello. Can I have a large latte to-go, as well as the chicken sandwich?"

"Of course, cash or card?"

"Card, please."

He's met with a nod, as the worker punches in the prices, and the total appears on the small card reader. He enters the pin the moment the woman turns around to work the coffee machine. A beep confirms his payment, the check already getting printed.

Within a few moments, he's out, small paper bag in tow. In the few minutes he was inside, the rain had worsened. At least the wind isn't strong today, he thought. That's one thing he didn't miss about his home: the rain tended to come with strong winds, and it did not help his hometown was a coastal one. He was used to trashing umbrellas just after a few uses due to that…

Nevertheless, he still had time to return to his office building, and sit down at his desk there. He carefully unwraps the sandwich and places the paper cup on a coaster, when he gets the urge to check his phone.

Lucky that he did too. A new message, sent moments after he left to buy lunch. He almost groaned, noticing how he forgot to turn on the volume: a nasty habit of his to do.

He swipes to check the notification, not even blinking at the unknown number. The man figured this is just another client needing a quick job.

"Hello, is this Sylvester?"

At least the message was a simple one too. A few taps later, he sends a response, before shutting off the device.

"Yes it is."

A shame he didn't notice how the person on the other side already started typing, as he snacked on his lunch. The taste is a pleasant surprise, and in the moment, he figures he'll have to go there more often. Maybe bring Mārīte there too… She'd probably like the cakes, he muses.

However, he still didn't turn up his volume, already getting distracted by office work, so it's only when he gets back home with his kid, that he'll properly see the barrage of new unread texts. Someone claiming to know his mystery-man soulmate.

[prvtocol]

Does Bri have a comfort food? Is there anything specific she prefers over others? Food she doesn’t like? Allergies?

Not going to say granola bars... but Brianne does have a fondness for soup. Something about a warm bowl to wrap her hands around (also reminiscent of tea that she wraps her hands around too). Soup is such a homey food, best served in winter with freshly baked bread; perhaps that’s why it carries some nostalgia from times past in London.

As far as food preferences, she might be persuaded to order the fish dish over the meat one with most meals following what is known as the "Mediterranean Diet." Granola bars aside, she avoids heavily processed foods or those high in unhealthy fats. Fast food is not something she eats.

While she is a slow and neglectful eater (she works through lunch break), she is not necessarily a picky one. She was raised not to be rude about food, and to try everything at least once, while privileged enough to have her palette introduced to a diversity of cuisine from a young age. She’s eaten nearly everything one could say, at least what one might find on some bougie high-class restaurant menu. Allergy-wise, none she knows of.

Verse-specific, but on Pandora, the food processed for human consumption leaves much to be desired for all RDA personnel. She tries to overlook it (and the ingredients listed on RDA ration packs when in the field). That she misses a diet composed of freshly cooked food and produce is an understatement. Even as a recom with the Resistance, unless she is offered, she continues to eat RDA rations or edible processed foodstuffs because they are "safe" and require no new knowledge on how to gather or cook them properly (and would place her in an unfamiliar and possibly hostile space to do so). But imagine her like Jake biting into that purple fruit for the first time; she might need a moment.

[lookinglass-fic]

Today seems like an excellent day to re-up this sweet, fluffy Ineffable Husbands fic I wrote four (!!) years ago. Happy GO s2 day to all who celebrate!

In the days and months after the Apocalypse-that-wasn’t, things had settled considerably on Earth. Atlantis and its peoples had sunk gently (if alarmingly) back into the sea, the sky had returned to its usual dismal grey, and no flying saucers had been reported in some weeks.1

Indeed, everything that had been disturbed by Adam and the horsemen seemed to have gone right back the way it was. Crowley’s beloved Bentley hadn’t a scratch on it2, and the book shop and all of its contents were once again pristine. It was good. It was all fine, really.

Aziraphale wouldn’t say that he’d fallen, but he’d certainly… tripped. And Crowley was, well, Crowley. They’d just met somewhere in the middle. Just human enough for appearances’ sake, and just bewildering enough to be left alone by the suits upstairs and the slouches in the basement. For the first time in millennia, their affairs were well and truly their own.

Their well-worn routine remained the same at first, as neither one of them hardly dared believe that it could be that easy. But after a time, subtle changes filtered in. Faced with boundless time (and blessed with endless patience), Aziraphale began to extend his business ventures beyond just the collecting (and apparent selling) of books. He started to take on the arduous task of restoring ancient texts, and it soon became clear that there was no more experienced nor knowledgeable a historian/conservator in the whole of Britain, much less in London alone.

Crowley had taken up the occasional competitive card game. He was rather good at them, and no one ever gave his sunglasses a second look.

Through it all were the usual walks in the park, the uproariously drunken debates in the back room of the book shop, and of course, breakfast, brunch, tea time, lunch and dinner. As the months went by, Crowley and Aziraphale steadily worked their way through the hottest eateries in London together, sampling the best that the city had to offer. And offer she did.

They had already worked their way through the Top 50 Restaurants ranked by Londoners (according to the London Evening Standard) and had taken to browsing the streets on foot, looking for anything with an appealing menu.

Tonight’s fare was The Purple Hen, a chic little place in Knightsbridge whose illustrated sign had delighted Aziraphale. They were seated at a rustic barnwood booth. Tasteful tin advertisements covered the walls.

“Evening, dears,” a pleasant older human addressed them both, setting napkins and menus in front of each of them. “Welcome to The Purple Hen! I’m Bonnie, and I’ll be taking care of you this evening.”

Aziraphale smiled politely. “It’s very nice to meet you, Bonnie.”

Bonnie beamed. “You as well! And are we celebrating anything this evening?” she asked. “Any birthdays or anniversaries?”

“No, nothing like that,” Aziraphale replied. “Just out to dinner.”

“Well, welcome in, loves,” Bonnie continued without missing a beat. “What can I bring you to drink?”

“Interesting of her to ask,” Aziraphale said when she’d gone.

When she returned again with their drinks and a basket of fresh bread and jams, Aziraphale wasted no time in spreading butter thoughtfully on a roll.

“Hypothetically speaking, if we were to be celebrating something,” he asked, “What would that… entail? For future reference, of course.”

Bonnie smiled and leaned in conspiratorially. “Free dessert. Anything you like.” She gestured to a standing card on the edge of the table. Crowley picked up the menu and started flicking through it with arched eyebrows. It was full of reasonably priced cocktails and an entire page of various sweets.

“Wonderful,” Aziraphale replied. “We’ll have to remember that for later.”

Crowley muttered as Bonnie walked away, “Probably get sung to. If you say it’s your birthday.”

“Oh dear,” Aziraphale replied.3

When the waitress returned with their meals, he asked, “Is there any singing?”

Bonnie tapped the side of her nose. “No singing for anniversaries.”

With a wink, she left the table. The two were left to finish their meals and pore over the dessert menu together.

--

The next afternoon, they were out to lunch at a posh little place of Crowley’s choosing—all austere white linens and crystal goblets. They’d no sooner been seated at a table than Aziraphale asked the waiter what he could offer by means of celebration. “It’s our anniversary,” Aziraphale confided.

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[strangcbeauty]

who: @attaant​ where: lucky cat cafe

Regardless of what anyone said Belle would argue that Lucky Cat had the best cup of black tea on the whole Isle, making for an even better London Fog. When it came to the baked goods she was a longtime fan of the apple fritter and frequented the cafe for her lunch break. Whether she got a sandwich or a pastry she knew it would be good. Today she had more time than usual and found a table outside for her to enjoy her meal. While she stared at the menu she scooted in her chair for the blonde woman to sit at the table beside her. After giving her a small courteous smile she thought nothing of it until she was deciding between something savory or sweet. “Excuse me, so sorry to bother you but may I ask for your help on the strangest thing,” she said with a soft laugh, turning in her chair. “I simply can’t decide: savory or sweet?”

[now-we-say-c0ral]

November 23, 2023

Arrived in Agadir airport at around 12pm and the taxi man was waiting for us. That was really convenient. I will be doing this the next time. Sucks that Three doesn't support data plans here in Morocco but the hotel will be covering us for the wi-fi anyways.

When we got to the hotel, I was shocked. I mean really, really shocked. We booked a 5-star all-inclusive hotel just for our comfort. I didn't expect the hotel to be so pretty. It was literally so fine. I'm glad we paid extra because we really got the value out of the money. I even wished that we booked the trip for longer because we just booked a 4-day 3-night stay. We had lunch at their mess hall and the food was bountiful. The dessert section was to die for! Literally, I'm really amazed with their hotel. This is the nicest hotel that I've ever visited.

We lounged by their pool in the afternoon and planned out what we were doing for our stay. We decided that we'll ride some camels tomorrow and have a mini-sahara tour the next day. I went to their cute little gym and did some chest exercises and some cardio. Afterwards, we both had a good back massage. It was so good that we scheduled one on Saturday evening. We watched the sun set and it was so magical. This has been the best experience of the day for me. London can't offer me this beauty.

Dinner was even better. They literally revamped the whole menu and offered a whole ton of new choices and despite plenty, the flavor of the meals had so much quality to them. I'll get fat here. Holiday gains don't count, they say. I'll cry when I get back but for now I'll enjoy.

[lailababar]

On the opening of Tim Horton’s in Lahore

I was 8 when McDonald’s opened up in Lahore, 12 when KFC opened in Sialkot, 21 when Burger King entered Karachi, and every single time I was beyond thrilled. It felt like a nod from those in control of this world, like a reassurance that we were indeed developing, like maybe we would live to see pakistan not be the third world. Every time there was concern about pakistan being a failed state someone would say, but see, now we have the scions of western capitalism, we cannot be too far from western development. It felt like a nod from a hard to impress teacher, like your school bully offering you a bite of your own lunch, like maybe, maybe, we were being invited to the owner’s suite. It was a balm to our frayed nerves, how can we be anything other than economically sound if the west is willingly investing here, if they have a stake in our future, then surely our future cannot be grim.

This, of course, was not the case. We were being invited to the table, but not as guests, but rather we were being placed on the menu. It was only after I moved here that I realised how pervasive the operating models for these chains were, open mostly in food deserts, popular in low income areas and neighbourhoods with people of color, they are one of the tools of oppression employed with precision in this capitalist state.

We half heartedly did a research month in AKU once, and our topic was to gather local opinions on the food available at a mall food court, and the public opinion was that western fast food cost more, was western, therefore it must be the healthier option, everyone ranked Pakistani food as most unhealthy. It’s hard to believe that sort of opinion is created in a vacuum, when we are constantly bombarded with white is better, fairness cream ads, fake accents, coloured lens every time someone wants to feel pretty, hair burnt from being bleached so often. Colonialism left us hating our selves and with a deep seated belief that we are less than. The global north perpetrated that belief, every time a drone strike kills hundreds of Pakistanis and none of us even acknowledge it, we accept, our lives are worth less. It’s not that we do not grieve, we are a nation riddled with grief, but the most sinister part of our grief is the acceptance, yes this happened to us, but of course we are not as valuable as them, our lives are cheaper, and so is our craft, therefore it’s less of a tragedy than if it had happened to them.

So I understand the line outside Tim hortins, hell, 10 years ago I’d probably have woken up early, dressed my best, and taken a couple hundred pictures in it myself. But I wish we could acknowledge what this is, the carrot before the inevitable stick. These profits will be shared with a global firm, even the Pakistani investors will want their share to not be in rupees, they’ll take this money and buy an extra investment property in Miami, or London, or maybe Toronto, and we’ll keep being reassured that the rupee may be in free fall, but we are on the path to becoming the west and isn’t that the ultimate goal?

I hope Lahoris lose their fascination with Tim hortons, just like they did with Pizza Hut and with Burger King. Maybe I can also believe that when they lose their fascination, and a hundred local alternatives pop up, we will, in a very small, almost negligible way, be sticking it to the man. Until then, I hope the coffee was at least worth the effort and that they tipped well.

[vegchennaisrilalitha]

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La Casetta: A Cozy Italian Escape in London

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Whether you’re craving a classic Margherita pizza or a fresh Caprese salad, La Casetta delivers dishes that are simple yet full of flavor.

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BARAKA Restaurant: A Culinary Journey Through Turkish Flavors in Finsbury Avenue, London

Located in Finsbury Avenue, Broadgate, BARAKA Restaurant is a vibrant destination for lovers of authentic Turkish cuisine. Known for its expertly grilled meats, fresh salads, and flavorful cocktails, BARAKA captures the essence of Turkish culinary heritage in a modern, welcoming setting. Whether you’re planning a romantic dinner, a group gathering, or a casual meal, BARAKA offers a dining experience that combines the best of tradition and contemporary flair.

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