Old Street
Reclaiming the Hot Dog
Having walked many times to Old Street station, I often spotted the hot dog vendor by the side of the road, and one day vowed to return (with money) to purchase one of his delicious treats. Last week, that day finally dawned. On a rare sunny day, I headed over to the Big Apple Hot Dogs stall to talk to the owner about what makes their hot dogs just so bloody good, having recently seen reviews in such publications as Metro and Time Out.Outsiders from the City
With my company’s offices caught between the business-like, uniformed City, and the funky and laid back Shoreditch area, I’m able to get a glimpse of both areas. To the right: proud signboards promoting banks and law firms opened over a century ago. To the left: colourful graffiti walls none less iconic than the bank signboards. As I go for a walk during my lunch break I can wander to either side.Rock the Casbah
On this occasion I was walking past what I thought was yet another shisha bar near Old Street, when I peeked in the doorway and couldn’t help but revel in the parade of culinary delights being placed on tables in what appeared to be a pretty well-done-up Moroccan restaurant. After making a mental note of the place, I rang up my mother, who has more or less the same outlook as me (i.e. that if food is in the equation then it is pretty much going to be a good day), and we arranged to go and check it out.
