Welcome to our blog
There’s no roadmap for a life spent chasing the next great meal. You stumble into it—sometimes in the back of a dive bar, sometimes at a family table where the recipe’s older than the country you’re in. I’m Julie Harris—chef, pub owner, cookbook author, and unapologetic eater. I’ve burned my hands in too many kitchens, spilled too many drinks behind the bar, and still, I keep coming back for more. Because food isn’t just food—it’s history, people, and the stories we tell over the last bite on the plate. From the late-night fry-ups in my pub to the smoky backstreets of Asia, this is where we get our hands greasy, our bellies full, and our passports stamped in sauce. Welcome to the journey.
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Lies, Theft and Shit on the Ceiling
Well… bloody hell. It’s real. After years of stories, disasters, pub chaos, kitchen meltdowns, questionable life decisions, stolen stock, floods, chefs on the verge of homicide,…
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Disney vs. Puy du Fou
Disney wants you to buy memories. Puy du Fou wants to emotionally overwhelm you with flaming catapults and medieval trauma. These are not the same thing.…
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The Vendée is what happens when France forgets to market itself properly. Thank Christ for that.
No influencers hanging off yachts. No rooftop bars serving cocktails with smoke pouring out of them like a GCSE chemistry experiment. No beach clubs named things…
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No One Is Coming
There’s a point in solo travel where you start talking to yourself. Not in a concerning way. Not “arguing with a parking meter in public” territory.…
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There’s a strange moment that happens when you travel alone long enough.
Not long enough to become one of those terrifyingly competent backpackers who own collapsible cutlery and somehow know which bus goes where in six different languages.…
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You don’t realise how much you compromise until you don’t have to…
There’s a very specific kind of exhaustion that comes from travelling with other people. It’s not the good kind, the “we walked twenty thousand steps and…