Welcome to my website. I am the author of ‘Vietnamese – Simple Vietnamese Food To Cook At Home’. I am a photographer and film maker. You can book into my supper club, Vietnamese cooking classes, buy my book, check out my photography and lots more here.
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Best Food Photographer in London
The supper club is held in my home in London Fields, Hackney. It is like a dinner party in the tradition of a Vietnamese feast with homemade Vietnamese food.
Vietnamese food is about the balance of flavours, of sweet, salty and sour – there is no measuring device that can ever match your own taste buds.
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| Photo By Meemalee’s Kitchen |
What a great few weeks its been for me! I’ve been partying & dinning out a lot! The single life is settling in nice and snug and it is great to leave the past in the past and move on, a fresh, a new, all the richer and all the wiser (!?)
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I’ve been drinking inside the fridge of The Breakfast Club; eaten at the wonderful Roganic; The Corner Room was so-so but Viajante‘s bar is excellent; went to the home of James Ramsden and his Secret Larder Supper Club; got a few martinis in at the fabulous Off Broadway Bar & even went to a Vietnamese Night at Fin & Flounder Supper Club – yes – even the fish monger is doing supper clubs these days; ate yum dim sum at Princess Garden whilst nursing a hangover with Mr Noodles; did a night drive tour of London in my Figaro with my best friend Fatima, visiting home from Barcelona; lunched at The Geffrey Museum with Julia, more old friends visiting home from Barcelona; had one too many at Hawskmoor; went to Miss Immy’s garden tea party; died and went to heaven eating risotto at The Ship and discovered delicious black cod at SeeWoo Cafe in Paddington; ‘ended up’ in The Dolphin; kissed the floor of my fabulous photographer friend Camille Sanson‘s penthouse-warming; introduced Rachel McGormack to ma boyz in da hood with fantastic pizza in The Regent and someone with a foot fetish cooked me a beautiful meal of live/raw things.
In between there were amazing supper club nights and one of the most amazing nights ever- The Singles Supper Club during the bank holiday weekend – a spectacular night that was purely about meeting nice people and making friends and without monomania on finding the one.
Usually, I circulate people around but no one wanted to move because everyone was so happy to be sat where they were although they wanted to meet other people too. I actually surprised myself by finding enough men to come in the end – I think men want to be cool and last minute, don’t they!
In euphoria, we sang our hearts out to songs like Rolling In The Deep, Rio and Umbrella – Ella Ella, slammed our feet so hard to the ground, “we could have had it all…” throwing our arms into claps and kicking our feet to the beat, “you had my heart and soul in your hands…” we propelled our cares and embraced our youth, our freedom and danced like no one was watching – the noise and the energy was immaculate – Someone was even rapping!
I went to two weddings and my heart was full of love, one day after another – One Million Gold Stars & Simon Dogget got hitched-they had a Twitter hashtag wedding #sgwed, they met at a Blogger’s event and had one of their first dates at the supper club in October 2009 and I’ve been good friends with them ever since. Two years later, it always amazes me how Simon continues to look at Gail as if he has just met her, totally stunned by the her beauty and is falling in love every time he lays eyes on her!
My old and very dear friend from Central Saint Martins – Billy, also got married to a girl called Adele he met in Australia (at The ICA). He bought her home, back to London and everybody loved her as soon as they met her. Always judgmental about who my friends are seeing and if the girl is ever good enough, Adele’s endless smiles and positive attitude and outstanding beauty charmed me and everybody – how did Billy boy find someone so perfect for him! A single serendipity of him entering a random bar the same night she happened to be there has unified them forever.
As always, it was brilliant to see my old friends from St Martins, Nima (flew back from LA), Seb, Rajat, Twig and Ali. It was as (and always will be like) if we never left, cussing each other like we were kids again at 21 when anything was possible, we could be anyone, achieve anything, create it all and live forever – we were the greatest, “no wind or waterfall could stop us”. Now we are the greatest!
And this bond, of chest bumps, telling it how it is and being over expressive with your hand whilst holding a glass of wine and spilling it all over my dress, I imagine will be till death do us part.
Why’ve you got to tweet everyone you need is here! You’re dirty man! Your mamma stinks of pussy! Slag! I’m gonna whip your ass! Mash you up! Girl – you’re looking hot! Why you gotta fall for all these batty boys? I love you man!
Here’s to Autumn.
