My obsession for eating in restaurants originated from the fact my Mum was an 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 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. I loved the atmosphere, high level of service, attention to detail and, finally, some refined cooking. From here on in I got the buzz for ‘fancy’ restaurants.

Cut to now, I’m living in London and for over eight years have been ticking restaurants off my never-ending list with the help of my gentleman companion. You’ll find a comprehensive overview of what I put in my mouth here and over on Instagram. I do so love to eat, from tasting menus to tacos, burgers to biryanis.

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