I think it probably is. As far as I can tell, the Newcastle food scene isn’t exactly brilliant. There were 2 pretty good burgers to be eaten there, though. And we ate them in very quick succession (2 nights in a row. It felt good.) The first was in a cute tiny place I found by googling “food+jesmond” since I figured Jesmond was the place for a food revolution, if one was happening. We walked in the rain for about half an hour to find it. It was well worth the walk and the hunger – I thought boy was going to pass out.
ARLO is well designed, and was packed out when we arrived, at about 12:30. The barista station had a huge pile of amazing tempting cakey goodies piled up on top of it, which I succumbed to once the burger had been eaten. Nobody asked how the burgers were to be cooked, so they weren’t as pink in the middle as I would have liked, but they came quickly, and with a pile of amazing home fries, skin on, as they should be.
Couldn’t resist taking a bite before I remembered to take a picture…
There was also a board of hummus, crudites, tzatziki, and pittas. I’m not sure how I feel about the serving-on-chopping-boards thing. Yes, it’s very photogenic, but it’s also getting a little old, don’tcha think?
Fries and chutney. Yes.
Since we were in Newcastle, here is a token photo of my beautiful bunboy.
He gets more handsome every single day.
I'm going to pretend that this year isn't an exercise in touristing with the “but I live here” excuse in my pocket for extra street cred (do the kids still have street cred?) and say that I was a tourist for a week this month. Visitors make excellent excuses for touristing events, and visiting Mothers are the best if you want to visit every museum possible. Even better is the rule that handicapped visitors get free entry for themselves and a companion, and (best of all) get to queue jump. When the weather report app on your phone says “feels like -9,” queue jumping is better than sliced bread.
We visited Montmartre (not a museum, lots of walking, very cold, but gorgeous), the Louvre (twice, and still didn't see even half of it), the Pompidou centre (with 3 hour waits for the Dali exhibit we walked straight into), and the Musee d'Orsay (better than the Louvre, but you aren't supposed to take pictures). I took her on my favourite metro journey, we discovered a vegetarian restaurant, and we watched the Tour Eiffel sparkle at night.
All of this beautiful touristing made me realise that I have a limited amount of time left in Paris, and I'm not sure I'm going to manage to do everything I wanted. Earlier in the year, I was homesick, and just trying to get through a day at a time, and now I'm terrified I'm wasting my time here. Grass is always greener, and all that.
I’ve been home for a little while, and too busy catching up with family and eating lots of food I didn’t make to write anything. There was an amazing Brooklyn blackout cake, courtesy of my Mama, made for a cousin’s birthday, but I was too busy eating it to remember to take a picture. Foolish.
Things I’ve loved about summer:
- Having time away in the Eden valley. The vegetable garden, lots of long walks, even if we got chased by a crazy bullock into a river.
- Visiting Alnwick gardens with the family on a gorgeous Bank holiday Monday.
- Getting excited about decorating a new flat.
- Festival crazy time, though it was exhausting, it was fun.
- My best friend in the whole world getting engaged – SO exciting.
- Watching all of the first 4 seasons of Buffy the vampire slayer in a very short space of time. Bring on season 5.
- Finishing my first actual knitted garment.
- Being inspired to do lots more crafty things. Next project, a patchwork throw for my bed.
Super tasty round courgette, from the garden in Appleby.