Celebrating what has been and what is left.

I met a writer this summer. She said the pandemic had hindered her ability to write. Work had crept into her home, a space she’d traditionally dedicated to writing, and she could no longer exercise her craft there. 

As I have not written in over a year either, I wonder if it’s because of the pandemic, because nothing exquisitely outstanding has occurred or because I have come to think of the every-days that have taken place as usual happenings perhaps forgetting that London truly is one of the best places in the world to be and to live. 

What’s stood out this year? Quiet evening walks by the canal and waterside, gym sessions on summer evenings and late devouring of Magnum ice-creams, Saturday coffee runs and Sundays at the farmers’ market, heading back home with tote bags full of goodies, the stars of which are these luscious, zestful cherry tomatoes from the Isle of Wight which I gorge on like actual cherries. 

What’s left to stand out this year? My birthday which is around the corner, my birthday weekend away, the lunch places around the corner from the office and lush poke bowls – the latest “it” food in London, the prep for Christmas and the Christmas tree. And last but definitely not least, the flight, the Christmas holiday and #55SleepsTillNewYorkCity.

The last supper.

The looming lockdown has made me revisit the tips and tricks that helped me when the world closed down this spring. And I remembered the parks in the vicinity and the autumnal views that they now offer, Newington Green with its delightful artisanal shops and eateries, the park in the middle of the square where you can enjoy a cup of coffee while nearby mothers rain yellow leaves on the toddlers who are playing in the grass.

There is a suite of go-to feel-good places such as Jolene, Big Jo, Hot Stone and The Hoxton that I visited in the weeks preceding this second lockdown in a bid to socially recharge and take away some pleasant memories. There is a suite of dishes I’ve sampled for the same reasons, too. 

The beauty of these autumnal walks and places is that they have reminded me of the autumnal walks and places around Bedford Avenue, Williamsburg and Dumbo, too, pivotal stumping grounds that I have been visiting and stop-start living in for the past four years ~ and being able to revisit them albeit mentally at the moment has been the truest treat.  

America is already pretty great; it’d be pretty great if it could get back to normal. #Vote

Now there’s a slogan.

Four years ago, I was curled up on a couch in Brooklyn watching the results of the 2016 US Presidential election. My flatmates got home announcing that they’d voted, and they were hoping “things would be alright”. They later went out to watch the results at a local bar. 

I stayed home and watched the reporting until the map of the US bled red and it was mathematically impossible for the finale to be different. I felt a sense of disbelief, however this was relatively easy to shrug off as I did not feel that the result affected me directly. 

The following day I walked into town and could not help but notice the shrieking silence on the streets of one of the loudest cities in the world. The city that never sleeps was sleepwalking that morning, heads down and muted. 

The following years passed and my initial disbelief turned into numbness while decreets such as the travel ban against Muslim nations, the separation of families at the US – Mexico border, the departure from the Paris Climate Accord, the pally-allying with Russia and the inability to condemn the mutilation and murder of a journalist, among so many others, kept rolling out of the White House like episodes of an unreality show. 

And then the penny dropped and scared me heck this summer as I was watching the newscast, the racial protests and the ever-rising numbers of Covid cases States-side. For the past four years, Donald Trump has managed to distract the United States and the world while playing a textbook fascist hand: (white) racial supremacy – check, ethnic cleansing and separation of families – check, marginalisation of intellectuals / scientists – check, disregard for the separation of powers in a state – check, extreme nationalism and personality cult – check

Photos of parents and children separated at the border are reminiscent in the collective psyche (at least of those who’ve studied history) of ideologies and political regimes in Europe in the 1940s that have not been so kind to mankind; “Make America Great Again” is broadly a play upon “Deutschland uber alles”, the anthem of Adolf Hitler’s Third Reich. 

He’s distracted the United States and the world so much, that the entire American narrative, values and political discourse have been turned on their head. The way the dice land affects us all. The unpredictability of who’s going to win this election and the kind of world we’ll wake up to on Wednesday morning should make us all hope and pray that this time indeed “things would be alright”. 

And so, to my friends across the Pond ~ come on guys, vote!

New kids on the block

I have found my fix for when I’m not at The Hoxton.

You might know by now that I am a big fan of The Hoxton, the open-lobby hotel with three establishments in London and several outposts in other parts of the world. The views of their outpost in Williamsburg, NY, are breathtaking. 

However amazing the establishment may be, I cannot always spend as much time there as I would like. Surrogates are required even in a pandemic to give this millennial access to coffee, juices and smoothies, brunch food options, and a semblance of remote office space.

I am for this reason glad that I’ve found a surrogate in the vicinity. Music & Beans is a local coffee shop that won me over this summer by popping up on Green Lanes and putting a humble breakfast pita on the menu. The key ingredient, tahini, has made me visit the joint specifically for this dish several times now, which in my books means this place matters. Good coffees, very good hot chocolates, pastries and brunch food on the menu, as well as the space for remote work, a local star is born through Music & Beans. These are some very cool new kids that have arrived on the block and I like them.


From The Block 

“You’re the girl who’s studying Brand Management, right? Good luck!”


One of the perks of the lockdown, and there haven’t been that many, has been the opportunity to know my local area and my neighbours better. 

There are five parks nearby, and I could easily knock myself out looping through all of them for my daily dose of physical activity if I wanted to. There are the streets and houses that I admire on my way to the high street, particularly the house with a beautifully manicured garden and minimalistic interior design that I frankly wish it were mine. 

There are three off-licence shops nearby. The first one – kind enough to store Ben & Jerry’s Phish Food for me; I can always rely on them for my sugar fix. The second one – the de facto choice for all sorts and the third. The third sets you back as much as Waitrose. 

There are several pets nearby that bring me tremendous joy every time we meet. The best of them is Rascal, a gorgeous black cat that lives up the street opposite the park. He is kind enough to play, warm enough to cuddle, smart enough to know he should not cross the street and stay on his side of the road instead. There is the group of dogs whose owners take them out for company and exercise so religiously around the same time every day, you could set your clock to them. 

There are the locals that I have got to know since March. The employees at the GP surgery who walk around the park to clear their minds and stretch their legs at lunch, the father and daughter who go for laps of the park together, the double-arm amputee gentleman whose daily routine includes laps of the park, too.  

There is the gentleman who saw me reading in the park several weeks ago and asked me the subject of the book under my nose. I saw him sipping his tea out of a real cup on a bench this morning and then saw him again sitting on a different bench this afternoon as I was reading out of the same book. He got up and started walking away, turned around and asked: “You’re the girl who’s studying Brand Management, right? Good luck!” “Thanks!”

I hope I see him again tomorrow. I would like to know his name. 

SMA, a disease in need of awareness, families and infants in need of support.

I’ve written another article about SMA and SMA Type 1 inspired by Robert Grabazei, his story, and the story of so many other babies that I have watched on YouTube and the Internet lately.

You can find it on LinkedIn.

Let’s support local restaurants as they reopen.

I have been fortunate enough to make amazing memories and experience great moments in restaurants over time. From the restaurants in Bucharest, where I celebrated birthdays, friendships, and local musicians, to the restaurants in New York and on the Eastern coast of the United States, where I discovered cuisines from all around the world and tastes I had not experienced, to London and its surrounding counties, where restaurants have equally delighted me and kept me occupied. And how could I ignore the restaurants of Naples and Florence, where I found not only amazing food and the passion that went into putting it on the table, but also how to enjoy it while dolce far niente, a priceless feeling in life. 

Restaurants are not just places where I have had superb meals. They have opened up the world to me physically and sensorially, given me access to the wider community and made me feel part of the local and international fabric. 

I am grateful to the restaurants in my corner of the world in London that have worked continuously throughout the lockdown. They made me feel like the world retained a grain of normality at times when things felt really dark. Sometimes their take-out teams were the only people I would have face-to-face interaction with for several days in a row. Keeping at it while the whole world was standing still must not have been easy for them either. 

I have already gone back to some favourite places since they have opened – Gordon’s Heddon Street Kitchen, Hot Stone in Chapel Market, and discovered new legendary places at Riddle & Finns The Lanes and The Salt Room in Brighton this weekend, too. 

Aside from the efforts these places have all made to protect their staff and guests from this nefarious virus (i.e. distanced tables, hand sanitising gel aplenty, cashless operations, guest registration, doing their jobs wearing masks and gloves) and all the sacrifices they have endured, I have found brave and professional teams with a smile on their faces and proud chefs keen to prepare fantastic food and to delight their customers. 

“It’s been really busy since we opened again on the 4th of July, it’s good to be back working, interacting with customers and properly earning a living”, said the girl who looked after me at The Salt Room yesterday.

I am glad it’s been busy, and I hope it stays that way. 

If you’re looking for businesses to support as we emerge from lockdown aiming to build a better life, your local restaurants and old-time favourites are a good place to start. And please be brave and venture further out, find new places, dishes and cuisines to experience, people to meet and teams to support. 

They’ll appreciate you not just for your business, but also for your company.


The Circle of Life: A Tale of Two Fundraising Stories.

Captain Sir Tom Moore has raised nearly £33m for NHS Charities Together and the funds are going to the frontline workers who are giving so much during the COVID-19 pandemic. He initially set himself the goal of £1m, nevertheless people responded beyond expectations and their generosity helped him achieve a much higher feat.  

Awareness, endearment, relatability, and selflessness have helped his efforts: a World War II veteran walking 100 laps of his garden before reaching the venerable age of 100, helping his nation one more time at a time when one of its most revered institutions is under siege and those who can support it can do so from behind closed doors. 

For the past five months, my heart and mind have been captured by the story of Robert Grabazei, a seven-month old baby born in October 2019 with Spinal Muscular Atrophy (SMA) Type 1, a genetic disease caused by the inadequate production of motor neurons, which will take his life before he reaches two and has the chance to genuinely put a foot in front of the other. His life can be improved and saved with Zolgensma, an innovative gene therapy treatment which is at the moment the only chance for babies born with this disease. A one-shot treatment, Zolgensma costs £1.7m. 

I have watched the funds raised for him like a hawk ever since his diagnosis last December and I have been impressed with people’s response. Several weeks ago, Robert’s family raised just over 70% of the funds they need to afford the treatment. I hope the outstanding amount (£0.5m) is arrived at as soon as possible: babies diagnosed with SMA 1 lose the motor neurons they were born with every. single. day. 

Similar to Captain Tom Moore, I believe endearment has played a significant part in people talking about and donating for Robert. I wonder if higher awareness of SMA 1 and its devastating effects would have helped this fundraising effort go further, faster. His parents will undoubtedly succeed in raising the funds they need to save his life, however a longer-term solution is needed for every 1 out of 6,000 – 10,000 babies born globally with SMA 1 who come into this world with a significant price tag on their life and who need these funds within their first six months in order to stand a chance. 

At this point, I only wish Captain Sir Tom Moore could come out of retirement, walk a symbolic lap of his garden and help raise the final leg of the amount Robert needs to take his first steps. I feel like this little guy could use a hero and who better at this moment than a man who has seen, done and achieved so much. 

About SMA 1: Spinal muscular atrophy (SMA) is a group of genetic diseases that cause weakness and wasting in the voluntary muscles of infants and children and, more rarely, in adults. It’s one of the most common genetic conditions affecting children (est. one in every 6,000 to 10,000 babies worldwide is born with SMA).

In more than 95% of cases, SMA is caused by inadequate production of a protein called survival motor neuron (SMN) protein that is essential to motor neurons.

There are four different types of SMA. The classification is determined by the developmental milestones the child has hit by the time of the disease onset. Type 1 (severe) SMA is the most severe and the most common. It is usually evident at birth, or in the first few months afterwards (0-6 months). Symptoms include floppy limbs and weak trunk movement. Children with this type usually have very limited ability to move, a hard time feeding and swallowing, holding their head up, and breathing. Type 1 SMA progresses rapidly, with the weakening of muscles leading to frequent respiratory infections and usually death by the age of 2. Infants with SMA type 1 can never sit. (ref. Cleveland Clinic.org).

There are 366 days in a year and any of these may be used to run an ad.

Browsing through the CNN website, I came across a story reporting that ABC Universal did not run a TV ad for female postpartum pads on the evening of the 2020 Academy Awards. The network labelled the ad “too descriptive and too graphic”; although it asked the manufacturer Frida Mom to edit the ad, these edits were not made and the ad did not consequently run. 

Frida Mom posted the ad on YouTube introducing it as “the ad that did not run during the Oscars”. There is a slightly emotional introduction to the video which almost begs viewers to shed a tear at the fact that the TV network refused to run its work on the night of one of the most televised events in the world. 

I do not find this to be fair.

There are 366 days in a year and 365 other days when Frida Mom could have bought airtime and placed the ad on the network. On any of those 366 days as well as on the night of the Oscars, they could have run with an edited ad and directed viewers to their site to show the entire creative spiel to their direct audience (moms to be, recent moms and their partners). 

It might not have been what they wanted, but it would have got them on TV and generated all this buzz in a less defensive, tear-inducing and victimising manner. Maybe that there were things that the Academy Awards could have done differently and better this year, but refusing to run an ad for postpartum pads with the whole world watching is not to me one of them. 

Hot Stone London, yeah – it’s pretty cool.

I paid a visit to Hot Stone, a Japanese steak and sushi bar at 9 Chapel Market last Friday, prompted by their deliriously sizzling Instagrams and the memories I have of other Japanese restaurants* in London and New York that have delighted and heightened my senses over time. 

In I went for lunch, with a hunger that said I had not had breakfast and an appetite that wanted to try everything on the menu. With the restaurant just open for lunch and filling up with bookings and walk-ins fast, I had the privilege of choosing a table at the front of dining room, although several other guests, in particular two posh lads, let’s say, proved very picky about where they wanted to sit, changed tables a couple of times until they sat close enough to talk straight into my ear and the manager was more than willing to oblige – them.  

Luckily the manager and the waiting staff were very obliging about my entire experience as well, from taking my order and explaining the ingredients of every dish that arrived at the table, to grating fresh Japanese wasabi under my nose and serving me my drinks. On this occasion, I ventured out and ordered some Sake, which promised undertones of strawberry and earthly flavours. I did not sense any strawberry undertones or earthly flavours in my clear glass of Sake, a fact which cemented my instinct that spirits are actually my drink of choice. 

Hello, then arrived the dishes I had ordered – from the Seared Salmon, to the Crunchy Sushi Roll, to the 9 Chapel Market Roll. All made with perfectly cut fresh ingredients and layers and layers of fresh rice and fish, served with fresh soy sauce and freshly grated Wasabi root, mouth-watering and full of flavour. I don’t know what it is about well-crafted Japanese food – every time I have it, visions of Uma Thurman, Kill Bill and Quentin Tarantino flood my mind. I think that is a good thing.  

The Crunchy Sushi Roll competed closely with the eponym dish at Salt + Charcoal, nevertheless it is the sauces, the crunchiness and the actual Williamsburg-nestled location of the latter joint that will keep it in the poll position of my Japanese digs forever and for always and Hot Stone as a really worthy deputy winner. 

Hot Stone is located at 9 Chapel Market, London, N1 9EZ. 

*Akira, Japan House, 101 – 111 Kensington High Street, London, W8 5SA, and Salt + Charcoal, 171 Grand Street, Brooklyn, New York, 11249. 


This Saturday at the recommendation of Monocle I stepped into Jolene in Newington Green and that is when it hit me. Damn, I first thought, this place is so packed you cannot throw a needle. Damn damn, I secondly thought, this place is even better than all else I have seen in South Williamsburg, the seat of my two most favourite eateries in the world.

Does this mean that London has gained an upper hand over New York in my mind? No, but it has surprised me pleasantly over the past four months. Who knew there were so many interesting places in Stoke Newington, Newington Green, London Fields and Notting Hill. 🙂

Jolene is the kind of place where I swear even Cobain would hang out if he were still alive and show up for brunch on Saturday morning. I bet no one would tell him he had to wait to get a table. The crowd is creative, eclectic, millennial, the waiting staff is interesting, the décorum is minimal, yet exclusive, the food is greit.

This place will be around for years.