There was a time when my romantic interests featured quite heavily on this blog, mainly because years of my life in Amsterdam seemed to drift by in a string of tapas-and-wine-fuelled dates. But at some point, superstition (or perhaps good sense) prevailed and I came to the conclusion that to write about any of my relationships publicly was to doom them to failure.
I’m breaking my own rules, then, when I tell you that the past ten days have been spent introducing my boyfriend (there, I’ve said it, touching wood as I type) to the gastronomic delights of England – oh, and my family and friends, of course. He’s American, and a virgin on English soil, so these two facts seemed like a good enough excuse to eat our way through the south of my native country…
We started in London with an Indian meal at my favourite curry house: Khan’s of Brixton. It’s been nearly seven years since I was last there, and the chicken green masala was every bit as fresh and hard to resist as I remembered (hence the fact that I ate most of it before I took the photo).
