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withsarahj · 4 years ago

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phnom penh guide

RESTAURANTS

Mexicano/Itacate - Really yummy Mexican food, probably the best in town, two branches are run by the same owner so if you want to skip the crowd go for Itacate (cooler atmosphere too). Get any of the classic tacos with a side of guacamole and sour cream + one of their lime sodas that come in a huge pot. Cute colourful interior and friendly staff.

Jaru - Good value Korean food, chicken wings are great and they do a solid stew. Nice banchan and good atmosphere, is always full but you can always get a table.

Tokkiya - Homey Korean food for cheap, their Bimbimbap is the best I’ve tried. Low-key and very casual. Feels like your Korean grandma is cooking for you.

Enso - Great for breafast/brunch. Australian style, healthy, fresh and has something for everyone. I always either get the mushroom omelette or the pancakes. Their bakery is pretty good too. Yummy smoothies.

Lot 369 - Along the same vein as Enso, Aussie style cafe, a bit more pared down. Nice ambiance and has a good range of food, service sometimes unreliable in the busier hours though.

Java Cafe - One of the first cafes in town ever and still going strong. Go for the bagels, mushroom burger and huge salads. Friendly staff and very approachable with cool interiors.

Backyard Cafe - Healthy food to the max but I love it when I’m in that mood. Huge portions, lots of veggies, salads and good for you food. Cold-press juice + healthy desserts too.

The Shop - A Phnom Penh classic. Perfect breakfasts and even more perfect lunches. Go for the Benedict and the mango and passionfruit pancake. Smoothies and juices, I love their lychee mint one + they do a mean eclair.

Origami - On the pricier side but they do set lunches for less than 10 if you’re on a budget. Great quality fish and good service. Feels like you’re in Japan.

O-san Ramen - The only acceptable ramen in the city. A super solid bowl of noodles. Hole in the wall kind of feeling, business guys getting off work and having dinner.

Shiva Shakti - Best Indian food in PP, a bit pricier but really worth it. Order your favourites + sweet lassi.

Sesame Noodle Bar - Cute and quirky interiors, draws a nice crowd. Cheap and small menu. Star is the sesame noodles + Thor buns.

Brooklyn Bistro - If you want to pig out, get the pepperoni pizza and the ribs. I can only go there when the mood hits since the food is on the heavier side.

Kravanh - Great Khmer food. Pricier side with traditional yet chic interior.

Sakana Lab/Sushi Lab - Owned by the same people but different vibe. Sushi Lab for a one-time omakase experience. Sakana Lab for great japanese food for good value. Nice atmosphere and crowd.

Luna - My favourite pizza in town. Tuna salad + the seafood pasta is a favourite. Desserts are also great.

Adachi - Solid Japanese food on the pricier side. Great service, super reliable and very high quality. You can get small Japanese style booths. Lively atmosphere usually.

Fuwari - Small Japanese bakery. Best cream puffs and the mille feulle is wow. Takeaway is best, their seating is pretty limited.

DRINKS

Tini - Tiny spot but beautiful and minimalist interiors. Nice coffee and artsy books to look through. Small menu + a few cakes.

Kinin - Converted wooden house turned bar/restaurant. Nice open atmosphere, don’t really dig the food but the drinks are great. Mocktails are one of the best here too.

Bassac Lane - Quickly turning into PP’s own Pub St so some areas can be seedier but Harry’s and Le Boutier are definitely the highlights. Yummy cocktails and a good vibe. Very hipster.

Sundown Social Club - Overlooks Russian Market, good spot for people watching. Nice cocktails and bar food but mainly go there for the beautiful interior and atmosphere.

Brown - The ultimate local coffeeshop/brand. Brown is a PP icon. Delicious cold drinks and frappes. Ice lemon tea or ice latte is a go-to. Go for the great interiors, vibe and service, the food is not a highlight IMO. You’ll get a sense of the local coffee culture here.

Koi - Bubble tea is big here, so go for a takeaway cup. Oolong tea + their house grass jelly is my favourite. Another local fave is the green tea macchiato that you get a baby knife to cut and drink out of at a 45 degree angle. Extra but so yummy !

THINGS TO DO Rooftop swim at Penh House or Patio: Rooftop swims are a big thing in the city, spend an afternoon just lounging around, drinking a coconut, eating too much from the poolside menu while watching the sunset. These two spots have the best views and ambience but can get crowded so go earlier.

Spa and massage at Bliss/Champei: Bliss has gorgeous interior and a super serene atmosphere, the building inside is very unique. Champei gives a good massage but on a budget. Cambodia is well-known for their spa-game so this is a must !

Russian market - Probably the most popular market in PP, I usually go for swimsuits, silver jewelry and sports clothes. They also have a food market inside, get the freshly squeezed orange juice to cool off.

Games cafe - So many games to play for cheap, paid hourly. I always have a good time here, there’s also a food and drink menu to order off of.

Factory - Very cool and interesting co-working space + a bunch of other things. Huge place with coffee shop, basketball, games room + bikes for getting around. Trampolining is also here + a skatepark.

Odom park - Relatively new park and one of the only truly green areas in the city. A space of calmness, draws a really diverse crowd. Has a cafe and some markets on the weekends. Worth it to check out.

Now.here - Sweet studio run by a creative duo/couple. They do workshops, have prints and have other things for sale.

Wander around in front of the Royal Palace - The street is blocked off from traffic, very rare in the city. Nice for people watching and has an otherworldly vibe.

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lightthewayofficial · 5 years ago

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Chapter One: Atticus

The Parish family have been in the service of the Klaus Foundation since 1853. Queen Victoria and King Albert, both partial to a Christmas celebration, had countless serving staff to make their holiday as spectacular as possible, William Parish being amongst them. Bill had shown a particularly commendable demonstration of seasonal good-will when he’d saved Queen Vicky from being set alight by one of the Christmas tree candles. Saving the British Monarchy from being burned alive was very much considered in line with the Christmas spirit, and he was thus knighted by the reigning Santa Clause (at the time, this was Georg Klaus II).

Parish continued to serve the British Royal Family into his old age. Whilst his children did not receive work within the palace, they were offered a coveted place at the Klaus dinner table and an invite to the Boxing Day Ball every year. After Bill’s daughter, Molly, managed to quickly avert a Christmas pudding related crisis- rather too much brandy, rather a lot of bushy beard in proximity of the pudding’s flame- it made sense for Georg II to employ the Parishes permanently. The Klaus Foundations’ fire-putter-outers. Today, the most recent generation of Parishes has recently hung up his fire hose, though, disappointingly, he didn’t get much of an opportunity to use it.

His son, Atticus Parish, is currently stepping off the District Line at High Street Kensington to meet his girlfriend, Saskia Harper-Smith. He is ready for a cigarette after a long day of photocopying, and he’s absolutely bloody starving, because a Pret-a-Manger crayfish salad may be delicious but it certainly isn’t filling.

I am that man. Enough of the pretentious third person- I am Atticus Parish. And if I have to spend one more day at that Advertising company, I may just start tearing the photocopy machine apart bit by bit, and throw all the pieces across the office. I feel like I could easily revert back to my caveman days if I slip, even just a little. One more ‘are you busy, Atticus? Could I trouble you to print 300 of these flyers?’ and I’ll be a monkey flinging poo at the zoo enclosure window.

Usually, the Christmas spirit is enough to pick me right back up. These past few weeks, I’ve seen Kensington High Street putting up its lights, colouring its shop windows with stockings and wrapping paper, litter the streets with after-school and after-work shoppers. It’s nice. I can smell cinnamon when I walk past Starbucks. I can wrap my scarf closer around my neck and sink into that seasonal feeling that usually has butterflies fluttering in my belly. Typically, I’m that person who’s sickeningly festive and starts playing Michael Buble in October.

What can I say? It runs in my family.

But there’s something different this year. And the year before that. And before that. Really, it’s since I left University. It’s like, whatever little switch that I have in my brain that automatically flicks on when 1st December rolls by has gone faulty. The fuse has tripped and I can’t turn it back on. These past few years I’ve been fumbling in the boiler room cupboard searching for the bloody thing with a little torch, and I just can’t find it.

Actually, I don’t think that feeling is just reserved for my missing Christmas Spirit. This disorientation has been a general feeling for a while. Sometimes, it seems like every single twenty-something year old feels the same.

An ambulance screams down the High Street. Boys in their school uniforms trapse out of Sports Direct, unable to afford any of the shoes they’ve had their eyes on all year. I turn left and step in a puddle that smells suspiciously of beer and piss. That’s just the fragrance of London.

I put in the keycode for Saskia’s apartment building, opposite the Indian Restaurant that I always have to go to to pick up the food because Saskia’s called shotgun. I take the steps one by one, very slowly, and I open the flat door with my key.

Saskia is home. This is unusual. She sits on the dogleg sofa with her tight-clad feet tucked under her bum. She extends a cigarette towards me before I even get to ask her how her day was.

I take the cigarette. She’s staring at the page of her book. “How was your day?” I manage to ask.

“Oh,” she sighs, in the way that says, oh, you know. Shit as usual. “Wine’s open on the counter.” “Brilliant.” I see the bottle of Campo Vecchio open on the black, marble top counter. I walk past Saskia’s abandoned Leboutins, towards the bedroom.

I leave the door open behind me as I remove a suitcase from our shared wardrobe and begin to throw in random pairs of underwear.

I hear movement on the sofa.

“What are you doing?” she asks, as if she already knows.

“I’m going to The North Pole,” I reply, a bit giddily.

“Don’t be daft.” I can smell her cigarette smoke, and it reminds me that I haven’t lit mine. I take a lighter from my jacket pocket and light the cigarette dangling between my chapped lips. “You haven’t told them you’re coming.”

I pause, pyjama bottoms in hand. “That’s true. I haven’t been back in about fifteen years. It’d be rude to turn up unannounced, wouldn’t it?” “It’s less that,” Saskia calls casually. “I’m sure they’ll be slobbering all over a Parish, back in the good old NP. It’s more that you might not have a job waiting for you there.” My packing slows as I begin to fold my pyjamas carefully. I tap my cigarette on the closest mug; the ash was very close to burning a small hole through my tartan PJs.

“Ever sensible. What would I do without you, Sas.” “Well, you’d better start thinking up the answer to that fast. Pole’s a long way away, sweet.”

I come to a stop then. Slowly turning around, I measure the view of my girlfriend, sat in her minimalist living room with smoke drifting around her straightened, dark-brown hair. She’s still burrowed in her book.

“I’m sorry, Sas.”

That makes her put down her book, looking at me over the back of the sofa with a frown. “What on Earth are you apologising for, Atticus? You and I both know we don’t love each other that way.” At this point, Saskia’s blunt delivery shouldn’t come as a shock. It does, even now, even after knowing her for five years. “I know. I mean. We’ve spoken about it. But that doesn’t make it less rubbish that I’m up and leaving.”

She turns back to her book.

“I’d rather you’d go if it’s your gut instinct, Attie. Your gut’s always been a good guide.”

“Only when you need help choosing from the takeaway menu.” She doesn’t laugh. I laugh to myself a little, though.

“What made you decide this now?” she continues. “You could pop back to your apartment and get some proper clothes. You haven’t left an awful lot here.” “It just struck me as I was walking through High Street Ken.” “Ah. The horrible commercial aspect of it all?” I’m on hands and knees, rummaging under Saskia’s bed. She has some of those amazing vacuum pack things with a few of my winter jumpers in. I pull one of the packs out and it’s rock hard, like a sachet of compressed cocoa powder.

“Sort of,” I say, voice coming out strained as I try and open the vacuum nozzle. “It’s just-” I pop the nozzle open, and it wheezes like an air mattress. “All the stuff in the news. The horrible political situation. Ice caps melting.” “Mmm.” “And what people need most is hope, a light to guide them, and instead it’s iPhones and Build-a-Bears.” “I like iPhones.” “And I like Build-a-Bears,” I continue, opening the vacuum bag and finding my warmest Edinburgh Woolen Mill knitted item. I have a fair few. “I’m not diminishing the power of a good present, of those little gestures. Of those things in life that make you happy. But the world is just so much more complex than our parents ever made it out to be, and now-”

There’s a thud from the apartment upstairs. The neighbours’ toddler has just started walking, and she keeps bumping into things. The comes a shrill cry as she registers that she’s fallen over.

“Now,” I continue, “even when there’s good intentions behind it, even when these material things are helpful or fun or good, or whatever, it’s hard to forget that it’s probably been made in some sweatshop. Or that the company that came up with it isn’t paying any taxes- or it’s burning down the Amazon Rainforest. Or that one action figure is wrapped up in layers of pointless plastic packaging.”

A deep breath. And then I fold a second jumper and put it in the suitcase.

“Oh. Sorry- mind if I steal your suitcase, Sas?” “No. Has all of this only just occurred to you? And when did you become such a pessimist, Atticus Parish? I’ve never known you to talk like this, and quite frankly it’s terrifying.” I’m searching through my shirts. Why don’t I own any turtlenecks? “I know, it really is terrifying.” “Does this mean that you’re officially pursuing the Parish family business at Klaus Foundation, then?” “I suppose it does.” I zip up the suitcase.

“I’m.” There’s a pause, and I hear here close her book whilst I’m zipping. “I’m happy for you, Atticus. It’s always mattered to you, spreading hope and joy and all those sorts of things. Much more of a natural at Christmas spirit than me.” I’ve forgotten my toothbrush. My voice echoes in the bathroom as I say, “How would you know? You could be a natural. You’re a Smith who’s never wielded a blacksmith’s hammer before. Have you ever wielded a hammer, Saskia Harper-Smith?”

“No, and I daresay I never will.”

I pull the heavy suitcase off the bed- I packed too many shoes, but never mind- and I suddenly catch my reflection in the full-length mirror. Red curls getting too long, nose still red from the cold outside. Looking more energetic than I have in a long time- which is only, really, the sort of thing you notice when you’ve been particularly sluggish for a long time. Suddenly, I feel like I don’t have the time to stop and think about all of this.

The sound of the suitcase rolling on the polished concrete floor is horribly loud. Saskia is standing, cigarette put out, only halfway finished. Her large eyes look suddenly larger and more childlike than they ever have before.

“Look after yourself, thank you,” she demands.

“Of course, darling.” I bring her into a hug. She doesn’t typically like them, but I do, and she acquiesces today. I feel her skinny hand pat me awkwardly between the shoulder blades.

“I don’t really know what I’m doing,” I mumble into the material of her cardigan.

There’s barely a beat’s hesitation before she replies, “Yes you do.”

✨✨✨✨

It’s been a very long time since I’ve been on the boat to Håperg.

This close to Christmas, it’s frankly irresponsible that I’m on this boat close to the darkest, coldest time of the year- and it’s remarkably lucky that these kind people have offered to take me. But here I am, and here they are, and I’ve done my best to offer them some of my tea from my flask as a thank you but they just smile and shake their heads politely.

Seagulls screech overhead. I’m always amazed by how far-out seagulls fly- I don’t know enough about their eating habits to understand what they’re doing here. They’re probably thinking the same of me. The water occasionally splashes over the side, though the current isn’t that bad. It’s the ice that’s the problem, and I can’t shake off that unsettling feeling that we’ll just be the miniature version of The Titanic and end up sinking out here. When I came out here as a child, I didn’t really think about my own mortality so much. Now, I’m looking around and all I see is the receding shoreline of Spitsbergen and the sun failing to reach the horizon, that weak, pinkish glow dusting the clouds. It’s a bit terrifying.

It’s perfect here.

I remember how much I loved it the first time, when I was six; the second time when I was ten. My lasting memory of both visits is the taste of chocolate and the cold scraping up my lungs. I loved it here, I loved seeing where my father came to work four months of the year. I won’t ever fully understand why he tried to put me off it, and I won’t understand how he almost succeeded.

I close my eyes and breath in, and let the gentle rock of the boat silence my thoughts. The old engine roars and the seagulls continue to sing. I watch the ripples in the water, the pink and the stars reflected in the mirror sea-surface.

It takes a good couple more hours for the boat to moor. The ocean is eerily still, the wind whistling in a high-pitched shriek. It picks up the ice in the air and whisks it around. It’s pitch-black out here now, as it will be for the next few months of the year. And this would be a frightening place, if not for the glittering lights of Håperg in the distance. Like fallen stars on the horizon. It’s just as welcoming as I remember it, an atmosphere of comfort and safety that could almost make you forget how unbelievably cold it is. And how many days it’s taken to get this far from London.

The two men who’ve brought me here from Spitsbergen busy themselves with docking safely. One of them takes my suitcase, completely ignoring my inarticulate complaints- complaints that are essentially just me waving my hands about uselessly. The other hums something tunelessly to himself, unknotting some rope and, amazingly, pulling away his fur-lined hood. These men are made of stronger stuff than me.

The step from the boat to the ice is high. The ice is slippery. I wobble in my descent and make a bit of a tit of myself, but that’s to be expected.

“First time, yes?” The man with my suitcase asks. I feel terrible, I had asked for his name, but he didn’t give it and I’m too awkward to ask again.

“Yes. Wait, no, sorry. This is my third time. But, the first in a very long time. I came as a child.” Through the flickering whisps of fur, I see the wincing expression of a young man. “Good. You remember the cold.” “Oh yes, hard to forget,” I call out over the wind.

We walk for a minute or two through the snow- no idea where- and I learn that his name is Jakob. He learns my name. He asks whether I’m expected at Klaus Lodge, and I say no. His jovial laugh makes me wonder if I’ve made a terrible mistake. How incredibly presumptuous I’ve been, just turning up like this.

Jakob comes to a stop by a shed and some parked sleds. The poor sod still has Saskia’s bright pink suitcase in his hand as he whistles loudly with the other, thumb and forefinger in his mouth. At first, I have no idea what he’s trying to summon. It’s dark and the flakes of ice in the air make it hard to see anything except for Håperg’s distant lights. But then, I see them. They bound over and I can hear their excited yelps.

“Huskies!” I cry like a boy.

My new friend laughs. “You like dogs, I hope.” “I love them.”

I watch them run over, though I have no idea where from. There’s eight of them, and the front two are grinning with their tongues hanging out and breath blooming in clouds. There’s snow spraying around them like they’re jumping in puddles. And honestly, I haven’t felt such childlike joy in years.

They crash to halt and run circles around us, yelping in excited, high-pitched cries as they jump up at Jakob. He pays them no attention, walking soberly towards the sled and expecting them to follow, which they do. They’ve been trained well, even if huskies tend to be a little bit bonkers. That much I remember. One of the front runners is wagging his tail so hard the whole back half of his body is swinging from side to side.

“Blåbær will take you there.”

I run my gloved fingers through the frontrunner’s fur. He turns to nip playfully at me, perhaps also a bit defensively, before sniffing my hand and rubbing his face on my shoes. “I take it you’re Blåbær,” I call out to the dog over the roar of the wind.

“He is best.”

I couldn’t agree more.

Jakob loads me and my silly suitcase onto the sled so that we’re lying down in front of the handle and reigns. It makes me feel like a piece of luggage. And then I watch him hook up all the huskies, standing diligently in line and occasionally chattering to each other. And then I feel him take his stand at the helm.

And then we’re off, and I get just the smallest amount of whiplash from the sudden start. I also get a faceful of snow from the huskies’ paws. It’s in my eye, which hurts a lot, and it melts in my mouth, too. I cling onto the suitcase. The mountains start to take shape through the flurry. I look up- the stars are watching our journey to Håperg. And- my God. The Northern Lights. They’re doing a Mexican wave above our heads in greens and yellows and blues, like an 80s synth dream.

Something about it all has my heart radiating, making ripples of rightness through my chest. It has taken me too long to come here.

At least I’m here now.

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foodreviewonline-blog · 5 years ago

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KEBAB KORNER – INTERCONTINENTAL - FOOD REVIEW ONLINE (FRO) . LOCATION: Churchgate, Mumbai CUISINE: NORTH INDIAN, MUGHLAI AVERAGE COST: 3000 for two people (approx.) WORKING HOURS: 12:30 PM – 2:30 PM, 7:30 PM – 11:30 PM WHEELCHAIR FRIENDLY: YES OUTDOOR SEATING: NO VALET PARKING: YES CREDIT CARD PAYMENT: YES TAKEAWAY: YES FREE WIFI: NO KIDS FRIENDLY: YES VEGETARIAN ONLY: NO . . What we love here: Makkai Roti Tacos, Tulsi Paneer, Kakori Kebab, Mumbai Tawa Biryani, Martaban Mutton Curry. . Why Visit: Get to explore the luxurious world of authentic Kebabs along with other north Indian delicacies. . Location: 5 Taste: 5 Quantity: 5 Presentation: 5 Ambience: 5 Hygiene: 5 Service: 5 Cost: 4.5 . Our Review: 5 / 5: Since 1971 Kebab Korner has been the most beloved and iconic India restaurant for the city of Mumbai. The restaurant @interconmd was recently revamped and with its big comfortable arm chairs, ornate decorated windows that remind you of intricate lattice work really makes you feel like you are dining in a mahal or palace somewhere in the North. Coming to the food, this is a place for people who are specific about the excellent quality of food and service. Their menu ranges from north Indian to Mughlai delicacies which takes you on a culinary journey through the lanes of town and cities that have made Indian cuisine what is it today. The recreated menu has unique flavours that are showcased with traditional cuisines served with a new look. However, some of their most recommended food are Makkai Roti Tacos, Tulsi Paneer, Kakori Kebab, etc. The royal treatment is extended with their courteous service and great recommendations. Overall this place, for someone looking for a luxurious dining experience with their friends on a late evening. . . Follow @foodreviewonline or www.foodreviewonline.com . .

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nawabspalacedinein-blog · 7 years ago

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Searching For the Best Indian Restaurant in Footscray?

The Nawab’s Palace is one of the best Indian restaurants in Footscray for you to devour. Our chefs serve authentic South Indian dishes inspired by the Royal fare of North-West India, where rice, fish and meat are typically cooked in a traditional Hyderabadi style. Our menu consists of dishes prepared from seasoned cooked rice, spices, tender meat and lots of flavours. Call us on (03) 9670 0797 for delicious food, dine in/takeaway and catering services or visit our website to discover the menu.

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jamesfitz789 · 7 years ago

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14 cracking things to do on Kennington Lane, SE11

What links Vauxhall with Elephant & Castle? For many years, what was an uninspiring question met an equally uninspiring answer: “the A3204”. But given that road connects Voho, Vauxhall’s flourishing gay village, with the resurgent cultural hub that is the Elephant, you’d be forgiven for reverting to the rather more refined “Kennington Lane” nowadays. It also unites some of Lambeth’s most striking urban scenery (even if the road itself is often a bit car-clogged).

Teetering Victorian chimneystacks to the north, once familiar to Charlie Chaplin, soon give way to grand Georgian terraces peppered with florists and cafes. Kennington’s not normally noted for its similarities with posh Kensington. Then again, not many know that SE11 was once something of a royal borough itself: the location of a long-vanished palace. Parliament was even held here in medieval times and this road is still popular with MPs since you can just about hear the chimes of Big Ben from here. (You know - when they’re actually chiming.)

If that’s sounding a little square, look to the Triangle: a growing diners’ enclave created by the Lane’s junction with Kennington Road. Here, it’s all Mediterranean and Middle Eastern cooking; delis and bars spilling down side streets; the buildings painted every colour of the LGBT rainbow. By the time you’ve reached Vauxhall, with its pubs and Pleasure Gardens - well, you’re truly in the pink.

To eat

The veggie sharing platter at the Kennington Tandoori. The high-end Indian restaurant and takeaway delivered David Cameron his last meal at 10 Downing Street.

Sizzling seafood skewers from Little Lisbon on the Kennington Triangle. This petite tapas joint can get packed out with residents of Little Portugal journeying up from their Stockwell enclave.

A humongous full English ordered off the blackboard at Kennington Lane Café: a cheap ‘n’ cheerful, family-run greasy spoon.

To drink

London-brewed beers at the eccentric, taxidermy-filled, but above all comfy pub The Dog House. You’ll have no bones with this place.

A crisp G&T to round off a tour of the Beefeater Gin Distillery – just off Kennington Lane itself. Their recipe for the juniper-infused spirit has hardly changed since the 1800s.

A few cool ones in the beer garden at The Pilgrim, a lively corner boozer favoured by cricket fans spilling out of the nearby Oval stadium. They do loads of quizzes and live music, too – howzat?

To buy

Gift-friendly arts and crafts from India at Shalimar Books. They specialise in literature from that country, as well as titles on world history and children’s books.

Bouquets, potted cacti, and other colourful curiosities to brighten up any windowsill from Windmill Flowers.

Spanish almonds, Canadian maple syrup, and other worldly produce to satisfy cravings you never knew you had at Sally White - Food Lover, just down Kennington Road.

To do

Swing by Toulouse Lautrec, a jazz bar and brasserie near Elephant & Castle. The music often wanders beyond just that genre; taking in funk, salsa, and R&B (sometimes all at once).

Book for one of the events at the Cinema Museum, and check out some movie memorabilia while you’re at it. Just off the Lane, it’s in an old Victorian workhouse once stayed in by Charlie Chaplin.

Meet alpacas, horses, and a whole menagerie of strokable creatures at the kid-friendly Vauxhall City Farm. It flanks the Vauxhall Pleasure Gardens.

One thing

Still standing proud at the heart of the local gay village, the Royal Vauxhall Tavern is beloved for its cabaret drag shows and legendary themed events, like Duckie - raucous rock ‘n’ roll with Amy Lamé.

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indianpalaces-blog · 7 years ago

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If you're longing for vegetable-filled samosas, chunky curry and chewy Naan, head to one of the best Indian restaurants in the city. (We're sure you can take the heat.) Indian Palace specialises in presentation – each plate combines original Indian tastes with pretty garnishing. We are an award-winning restaurant with an extensive menu of Indian food. Our dishes are available in a variety of spice levels and are inspired from the Royal kitchens of India; we ensure that there is something for everyone. Not to forget a great drinks menu with a good selection wines, to savour. Once you have visited our restaurant, then, we are confident that you will be coming back for more! We also offer a takeaway and catering services for any type of event! Visit our website to find out more. We hope to see you soon!

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takeawayfooddeliverykensing-blog · 8 years ago

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A site like this can provide food for people in London, especially in the South London and East London areas within the postcodes E1 and E8 for East London and SE1, SE8, SE13, SE16 and SE17 for Southeast London, which cover places like Bermondsey, Surrey Quays, Rotherhithe, Deptford, New Cros and Peckham among others. Takeaway food delivery Docklands Today, a site like this has become the place to go to for people who want to order food online and save themselves from the difficult process of actually visiting a restaurant and ordering from their half-baked menus which are almost always overpriced.

With a food site, ordering food online becomes a breeze because there is so much to order from. So, are you a pizza person or are you a Chinese food person? Do you want to try something exotic such as Indian food or Thai food? A site like this provides for everything, takeaway food delivery whether it is Chinese food or Indian takeaway food of even a pizza takeaway or delivery that you are hoping for.

The main thing that you should know here is that a site like this is tied in which a lot of restaurants and takeaways all over the East London and South London area. Some of these restaurants and takeaways are the Home Chinese Restaurant, Pizza Mania, Pizza Classico, Times Pizza, Moja Indian Takeaway, Royal Bengal Indian Takeaway, Noodle and Rice Chinese Takeaway, Thailand Restaurant, Curry Express, Poppy Hana Japanese Restaurant, Royal Palace Chinese Restaurant and the Mango Tree Indian Takeaway. All these restaurants serve different types of cuisine and you are surely going to find one to suit your mood, whatever the occasion might be. Takeaway food delivery Kensington

If you want to order food online through a website, all you have to do find the restaurant which you want to order from. You are given local options which ensure that your food reaches you early. As soon as you order, the chefs are set into motion there preparing the food you ordered and you get the food at your home. Then you have to just dig in and enjoy the feast. takeaway food delivery Takeaway food delivery Melbourne

Londoners are loving the fact that they can order whatever food they like, from whichever kind of cuisine they want, and savour it from the pleasures of their homes. There is no more waiting for tables and trying to find a good restaurant with a good ambiance to eat in. A site can be one that brings the world's best tastes right into their homes and, takeaway food delivery quite understandably, the craze for ordering food online is really catching on in a city that values good food over most other things.

Chris Zhang is a writer in London and a representative for Food Kingdom.

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