Amateur Gourmet has recently posted on what he would do with 12 hours in New York and encouraged others to think about "12 hours in ..." (for example Clotilde of Chocolate & Zucchini has written a fabulous post on 12 hours in Paris). So, what about 12 hours in London town? Of course everyone has their favourite places, however this would be my ideal 12 hours:
- 12pm - I would have brunch at Ottolenghi in Notting Hill (pictured). At this time of day I would try and resist the temptations of their amazing cakes and stick with some Ottolenghi home made granola along with a freshly squeezed juice. Don't worry there is a lot of eating still to come in the day.
- 1pm - From here I would walk down to Hyde Park and stroll around the Serpentine, maybe stopping a while to doze in one of those quintessentially British striped deck chairs.
- 3pm - My next stop would be afternoon tea somewhere since afternoon tea is such an English institution. The ultimate destination is probably The Ritz. I could walk all the way through Hyde Park and St James park to get there. However if you don't want to spend quite that much a personal favourite of mine is The Tea Palace in Notting Hill (and thats not quite so far to walk) .
- 4pm - From my afternoon tea destination I would catch the tube to London Bridge and head to the Borough Market (assuming it is a Thursday or Friday, watch out on Saturdays the markets close at 4pm). I would browse around the stalls, tasting some cheese and picking up what I think is the best coffee in London from Monmouth.
- 5pm - From the markets I would stroll along the banks of the Thames until reaching the Tate Modern (open until 6pm on weeknights but later on Fridays and Saturdays) to have a look at what's happening in the world of contemporary art.
- 6pm - After all that art and walking I would rest my feet by heading upstairs to the top floor restaurant to enjoy a glass of wine at the bar with spectacular views of London.
- 8pm - Next I could walk or (more likely) catch one of London's famous black cabs to Vinoteca. Once there I would perch at the bar with (another) glass of wine while waiting for a table in this cozy wine bar/restaurant. For dinner there are a range of everchanging but delicious options such as fresh fig salad, sea bass or pigeon.
- 10pm/11pm - Finally I would head out on the town to finish off the night with a bit of dancing. A fun option would be Favela Chic in nearby Shoreditch with its Brazilian themed decor and packed to bursting dance floor. Naturally the drink of choice here is a Caipirinha to give me a final burst of energy after such a busy day.




The menu offers a host of traditional pub options, including the "sexy homemade big scotch egg" which may be the first time a scotch egg has ever been described as sexy. However we are there on a Sunday with friends so all four of us get the Sunday roast. The roast chicken is all gone by 6.30pm so we are left with the roast sirloin and roast lamb. The menu says all the right things about the produce, not only is my sirloin organic, it has also been hung for 28 days and the potatoes that accompany it are cooked in goose fat so obviously they are the creme 


The food was nothing to write home about. I had the haddock and potato fish cake which was served with chips and some token salad. It's appearance and texture indicated that it was clearly not home made, but to be honest it was still fairly tasty. MTV boyfriend went for the sausages and mash (pictured) which was quite well presented with curls of parsnip crisps on top of it. It was reasonable enough, although it is hard to go wrong with bangers and mash. 
We sipped on sangria and selected some tapas from the menu while scanning everyone elses plates to see what looked good. MTV boyfriend has developed an addiction to calamari a la romana while in Spain so we started with a serve of that. Due to his addiction we are now connoisseurs of this dish and found Nou Manolin's version slightly heavy handed on the batter, however this was the only slip of the night.


Back to the paella, Valencia is known as the home of paella so I was determined to experience true Valencian paella. The problem was that we were hungry. It was late. MTV boyfriend is generally a saint but occasionally tires of being dragged around to find the 'perfect' restaurant. So we went to a place called Cafe Valiente that looked busy enough and had some outdoor seating to enjoy the balmy evening. It was a mistake.
The menu offers a mix of Russian and Italian dishes, so in this vein I ordered the borscht and MTV boyfriend the parma ham bruschetta to begin. My traditional Russian soup was a rich red colour from the beetroots. It contained generous chunks of vegetables, huge slivers of beef and was topped with a dollop of sour cream and fresh flat leaf parsley. It was so hearty that I wondered if I could fit my main in. MTV boyfriend's bruschetta was not so successful (that will teach him to order Italian at Russian restaurant) and was more of an open parma ham and sliced tomato sandwich.


