My obsession for eating in restaurants originated from the fact my Mum was a horrendous cook. I still maintain her ‘Mince Casserole’ is the worst thing I’ve ever eaten. Therefore, and luckily for me, my childhood consisted of having a lot of evening meals in local pubs and restaurants where I lived in Hampshire. Family run places full of locals serving hearty food seemed to be the thing round there.

My first visit to a decent restaurant in London was aged nine when my parents took me to Quaglino’s in Mayfair. It was so fancy. I loved the atmosphere, the high level of service and finally some refined cooking. From here on in I got the buzz for ‘fancy’ restaurants.

Cut to now, I’m 31, living in London and for over six years have been ticking restaurants off my never-ending list with the help of my gentleman companion while sharing my thoughts and photos of food here and over on Instagram.

This blog is in memory of my dear Mum and her casseroles.