So Time Out have published their 2012 list of 100 Best Dishes in London and, ever the fan of pointless yet potentially delicious goals, I have accepted the challenge.
Why you ask? Yeah? Yeah. Well eating has always been a bit of hobby of mine, OK a major hobby, alright, a reason to live. And now, since developing a taste for coffee and moving from tolerating to liking both olives and celery, I’ve realised there is literally nothing I won’t eat. The grown-up taste buds have finally kicked in (I think this might actually mean the childhood tastebuds have died, god rest their tiny turkey-twizzler-loving souls) so what better way to give them a work out than by judging the opinions of others by eating an awful lot?
So, ignoring the protests of my purse (can’t take it with you) and waistline (I’m OK with cuddly), I embark on my pointless challenge. I’m almost certain this one will last longer than my last one*. I've even printed the list which now lives in my handbag so I can get the extra sense of achievement only the physical act of ticking off 'to do' lists with an actual pen can bring.
Actually, as I write this, I’m already 5% of the way there (yes, that’s five of the dishes eaten and judged for those with a looser grasp of maths). I’ll be sharing my opinions on here in a shameless attempt to legitimise my gluttony. Hopefully you’ll be entertained or, at the very least get some ideas of where to go… that is, if you don’t fully trust Time Out…?
* to listen to the top 50 albums according to Rolling Stone magazine which tailed off after I’d fully exploited my housemate’s music collection. The more astute will notice there are actually 500, I started with 50 to make it more manageable, oops.
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