In search of BAErritos [day #2]

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

MEXICO DAY 2

Coyoacán is the West Egg of Mexico City. There’s just no question. This delightful borough is a never ending horcrux for adventures, fabulous street food, and wondrous works of art. Día dos was most definitely one for trying new things. Armed with my new phrases ‘no queso, por favor’ and ‘soy vegetarian’, I threw myself into Coyoacán’s seemingly endless street stalls. Today’s highlights include one vegan sope (dope thick tortilla, topped with beans lettuce & chilli), esquites (a Mexican corn snack), and a glorious ‘tlayuda chica sin carne‘ (thin toasted tortilla, topped with black beans, tomato, lettuce and avocado). I also found some glorious, and rather decadent artisan chocolates, from a very sweet Mexican woman who kept plying me with various treats from her shop. What a bae. Another highlight was finally visiting ‘Café El Jarocho’, a Mexican coffee house, which has never been without a queue snaking out the door. Those Coyoacán locals know what’s up. As I waltzed around with my El Jarocho Americano in hand, sunlight streaming onto the path in front of me, I had to remind myself that this was actually December. Mexico, you’re spoiling me. This break up is going to be real tough when I head back home, but for now, I’m basking in the idyll that is Mexico City.

MEXICO DAY 2

MEXICO DAY 2

MEXICO DAY 2

MEXICO DAY 2

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Vegan Mayhem in Mexico City [Day #1]

“Yes, I like Piña Coladas and getting caught in the rain,

I’m not much into health food, I am into champagne”

MEXICO DAY ONE

Alright, alright, you caught me out. I am very much into health food and I bloody hate getting caught in the rain. Lemme just say that if my barnet gets even a little damp, y’all are going to need an industrial quantity of frizzease to tame it back to some picture of normality. ¿So, what the cussing ‘ell am I doing quoting Jimmy Buffett on New Years Eve? Well, amigo$, I’m only in bleedin’ Mexico. I’ll be staying in the utterly glorious Coyoacan for the next 11 days, and I thought y’all might want to come along with me. Das right, I’m here to guide you through the festive sounds, decadent sights, opulent feasts, and the uncompromising energy of a city I’ve already fallen a little bit in love with.

Día uno was definitely one to set a precedent for the rest of dis fabulous vacation. After a 4am wake up call, I was treated to 10 hours on a flight with next to nothing that was vegan, which is so not fetch. And before y’all get on my case, I’m British, so I can sure as hell make that happen. Aside from the lack of airborne carbs, the flight was pretty good, except for the bit where I started to watch ‘The Fault in our Stars’ and had to turn it off before the gally next to me asked to change seats, due to the sobbing mess that I turned into. There may have been a few tears, but as the prophet Tracy Breaker famously said, it was more likely to be hay fever. JUST SAYIN’. Fortunately, after surviving on crisps and an obscene amount of black coffee, Atlanta airport was absolute delight in terms of their eateries. I grabbed a glorious vegetarian wrap which was chock full of fresh leaves, and a three bean salad which just about revived me. After ogling at all the vegetarian food, I made it to my gate with 3 minutes to spare and boarded my flight to Mexico City! This one is an even funnier story. They didn’t even have a vegetarian option, though a concerned air hostess pitifully handed me industrial quantities of pretzels and black coffee. Thank you, air hostess, for my inventive supper.

Coyoacan is an absolute dream. It is the most beautiful place. During my first few minutes in the town, I wandered into a fabulous canteen (which had been there since the 1930s!) full of food stalls and bustling punters, all eager for something suitably scrumptious. Now first things first, y’all should know that before I arrived I knew two phrases in Spanish; ‘my name is…’ and ‘where are the toilets’, so hopefully that should give you some context to my adventures. I wandered over to a stall teaming with fresh fruit, said ‘melon’ in some half-arsed Spanish accent and hoped for the best. Goodness GRACIOUS it was divine. This was my elixir of life as I wandered the wonderful streets of the borough, marvelling at the street food & basking in the sunlight. Since then, I’ve tried tamale (bae), raw chocolate water at an artisan coffee house, Mexican sushi, and vegan molletes. My hotel even got soya milk in especially, these Mexicans are just the bae-est of the baes. I can’t wait to see in the New Year in such a glorious place. Happy New Year to each and every one of you!

MEXICO DAY ONE

MEXICO DAY ONE

MEXICO DAY ONEMEXICO DAY ONE

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London Calling

¡Hola, my darlings!

PIX TAPAS

Just last week, I had the absolute delight of visiting Pix Pintxo tapas bar in Covent Garden, London. This fabulous haunt is tucked away on the delightful Neal Street, snuggled in the midst of seemingly endless cobbled streets and nostalgic West End charm. Forget Covent’s other eateries, Pix is the place to be. Inspired by the pintxo bars of Barcelona and San Sebastian, Pix offers a dizzying array of decadent tapas treats. Their charming menu is all encompassing, with a fantastic spread of vegetarian and vegan options, which was such a glorious surprise to find in a tapas bar. As a life-long vegetarian, I’d mistakenly blacklisted tapas a long time ago. ¡Oh how young and foolish I was back then! Ultimately, Pix’s timeless appeal comes from the refreshing way in which their tapas magically appears. Their bar is a wondrous feasting ground for eagle-eyed foodies. Keep your mitts poised, because once their joyous spread hits front of house, it doesn’t stay there for long. Fear not though, one minute you’ll be ogling the marinated figs and goats cheese, and next minute, artichoke with shaved manchengo will somehow have arrived onto your plate. The churros were a particular spectacle, transporting me back to breakfast feastin’ in the heart of beautiful Madrid.  The constant rotation of dishes at Pix is what feeds into their good vibe and uncompromising energy. It’s the kind of place where you can throw yourself into the buzz of one of London’s most exciting areas, and at the same time, nest away in a cutesy alcove with a couple of bottles from their animated and diverse wine menu. If London is the city that never sleeps, then Pix is the place that feeds it.

Stay fre$h.

PIX TAPAS
All that fabulous tapas ❤
One glorious Americano & marinated olives.
One glorious Americano & marinated olives.
Tomato Gazpacho with Crudités & Artichoke with Shaved Manchego
Tomato Gazpacho with Crudités & Artichoke with Shaved Manchego
Artichoke on crusty bread with ricotta
Artichoke on crusty bread with ricotta
Marinated Fig & Goats Cheese on toasted croute
Marinated Fig & Goats Cheese on toasted croute
Glorious Churros with chocolate sauce
Glorious Churros with chocolate sauce
Churros!
Churros!

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Vegan Adventures: The Happy Pear!

Hello, you glorious bunch.

THE HAPPY PEAR

I had the absolute delight of escaping the hustle & bustle of Dublin city centre for the delightful idyll of Greystones, County Wicklow. For those of you planning a visit to the Emerald Isle in the near future, you simply cannot miss a trip to this wonderful coastal pocket. And, more importantly, y’all absolutely have to visit The (utterly glorious) Happy Pear. This charmingly named establishment features scrumptious market and entirely wholesome & outrageously delicious kitchen. Self described as a ‘natural food market with soul’, The Happy Pear is one of those gems that you comes across once in a blue moon* (*other clichés are available). Although I only intended to pause at The Happy Pear for a cheeky coffee, I ended up basking in the magnificent sunlight for several hours, with one too many trips to that illustrious kitchen of theirs. Foodies of the World, take this as your warning – it starts with an innocent almond-milk latte and then, before you know it, you’ve relocated to Greystones to feed your Happy Pear addiction.

A rather decadent almond milk latte ft. soup & a mountain of chickpeas!
A rather decadent almond milk latte ft. soup & a mountain of chickpeas!

First things first (I’m the realest), I must have looked like the Cheshire cat upon noticing that their café featured not one, but FOUR different types of non-dairy milk alternatives. How jammy is that? I was utterly thrilled at the thought of my morning coffee getting friendly with some sassy almond milk. I also enjoyed a raw walnut bar, but I’m afraid I’d wolfed it down before I could take a snap. You’ll just have to visit for yo’self to see, or rather sample, what I’m talkin’ bout. After catching a glimpse of their salad counter, I just had to indulge – and my plate was the small option! I think measly portions might just be blacklisted at The Happy Pear.

THE HAPPY PEAR

Salad HEAVEN pt. II
Salad HEAVEN

Since The Happy Pear is also a fabulous natural food market, I obviously had to have a little explore. Their fresh produce gleamed in the sun outside, whilst their market inside featured fresh juices, organic veggies, homemade vegan pesto, just about every seed you could ever need & much, much more. I came home with a selection of goodies,  the highlight of which were some fantastic Irish grapes, which had all but one (lucky me!) sold out!

Fanciest tomatoes in all of Wicklow!
Fanciest tomatoes in all of Wicklow!
SO many fresh goodies!
SO many fresh goodies!
Glorious grapes galore!
Glorious grapes galore!
My fabulous goodies
My fabulous goodies

And as if that wasn’t enough for y’all, The Happy Pear also features a rather sassy system of providing fantastic Wicklow mountain water for it’s customers. In addition to this, I was also warmed by their policy of ‘suspended coffees’ – of which there was a grand total of 39 on offer. Suspended coffees are an anonymous act of charity, stemming from an Italian tradition of buying a pending coffee for whomever may need one. All in all, The Happy Pear was an absolute delight to visit and without a doubt, I’ll be returning in the very near future. Enjoy!

GLORIOUS AD INFINTUM!
GLORIOUSNESS AD INFINTUM!
Glorious Greystones
Glorious Greystones

TREAT YO’ SELF.

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