I had the most incredible time back in the summer visiting friends and family in the States. Obviously, i had to try as much delicious food as i could stuff in to my ever-growing stomach. I had a food baby that lasted 2 weeks and i regret nothing.

I had the opportunity to eat in some of the most incredible places and provide me with some inspiration that i desperately needed.

So, Brooklyn was first. I have a friend that moved from the UK to New York pretty recently and decided to go and visit, sing a lot of bad karaoke, drink Bloody Mary’s around the clock and in general make bad (or brilliant) life choices. This is the first time i stayed outside of Manhattan and loved it! The food scene in Brooklyn is amazing, there is creativity around every corner and bars that i could quite happily spend a year of my life in.

My highlight of the trip was discovering Roberta’s Pizza. Honestly AMAZING. The only pizza in London i can compare it to is Home Slice. Simple thin crust done perfectly. The place is located in Bushwick, an arty neighbourhood that seems to be changing rapidly. Out back of the restaurant there was a cute Hawaiian-style yard. The place is huge and was insanely busy (always a good sign, right?).


The best Bloody Mary that i have ever drank (i know, i know, its a HUGE statement) was at Marlow and Sons. It was around 11am and i was severely hungover, the only thing that would get me through the day was a punchy, spicy drink with enough vodka in it to revive a tired traveller. I was not expecting the dish i ordered (oats with kale) to be anything special. Boy, was I wrong.


I could not leave Brooklyn without visiting Martha’s Country Bakery in Williamsburg. I found myself strolling by so many times on the way to other places, by the 3rd day of my visit i was itching to get inside! This strawberry shortcake layer was absolutely life-changing. The lightness of the sponge and perfect balance of flavours really won me over.


One day i needed to go in to Midtown with my friend, I let her guide me and my rumbling stomach to a charming little tapas place called Tia Pol. She knew the chef there and he whipped us up a couple of delights. My favourite by far was a sweet Goat’s cheese flan. I had reservations. GOATS CHEESE and FLAN. Those two words together. WHAT. It worked. It didn’t only work, it was divine! The tartness of the goats cheese with the syrup was the type of wizardry i would like to experience every day.


I cannot wait to head back to Brooklyn and eat even more. If anyone has any recommendations for my next trip please feel free to let me know!