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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Broth of the wild: How Pho stole my soul on Somerset Street.
There’s something about a smell. The way it punches you in the gut and tickles your brain before you’ve even crossed the threshold. That was my…
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Absinthe, shawarma, and somersaults: A very Budapest New Years tale
There’s something about New Year’s in Budapest—a city that wears its scars like a badge of honour. The past is etched into every street, every corner,…
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Gravy wars and Tupperware regret: The post-Christmas kitchen hangover
Christmas, for those of us who revel in the kitchen, is a battlefield. It’s where we flex, where we bleed, and where we pour every ounce…
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The Fallout paradise of Goa’s Beach Hut
Goa’s beach huts are not for everyone. They aren’t polished resorts or boutique hotels. No sleek infinity pools or white-linen tablecloths here. Instead, these makeshift shacks,…
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A good pickling, politics, and a perfect curry: A night at the Love Shack
There are places that transcend the mere act of dining—where the food, the ambiance, and the people come together in an alchemy that borders on the…
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From traffic cone chicken to Goa: A spicy love affair
There’s something undeniably electric about boarding a plane bound for Goa. The very name conjures images of vivid spice markets, sun-drenched beaches, and the smoky allure…