When Wowcher runs great food and drink deals at exciting venues around the UK, we really love to get to know the places personally. My mission, whether or not I chose to accept it, was to find a small group of friends and enjoy a huge sharing cocktail and food platter at the delightfully intriguing Trapeze Bar in East London. Located close to the hipster hub of Shoreditch, Trapeze Bar presents itself as an intriguing cross between a nightclub and a circus tent, with the ceiling adorned with hanging trapeze bars. It describes itself as ‘bathed in faded circus glamour’ and it’s this nod to the faded glory of the travelling circus which lends Trapeze much of its unique charm. Read more
They say less is more, but with a chance to try out Leicester’s premiere buffet venue I wasn’t sure I agreed. Upon approach to the city-centre venue, I was experiencing a mix of emotions – hunger and excitement being key. I was also feeling slightly apprehensive – with Zucchero’s range of freshly cooked world cuisine, how could I physically try it all? I was unsure quite how to play things… Should I begin by dishing up a plate of cultural starters – prawn crackers, spring rolls, poppadoms, samosas, nachos, salad and more? Or serve myself according to region – an Italian plate followed by an Indian plate, and a Chinese plate to finish? Read more
US food chain Red Lobster sold for a colossal $2.1 billion last month. For a shellfish with such humble origins, that’s a lot of dollar. You see, up until the 19th century, American lobster was a sign of abject poverty. So plentiful was this hard-bellied crustacean that they often washed ashore, covering the Massachusetts Bay Colony in heaps two-foot high. It was only later, after serving as fertiliser, fish bait and as a low-priced canned food that lobster started to gain culinary momentum.
While historians champion improved transport links and tourism for the rise, it’s still astonishing to think that the lobster managed to claw its way up to ‘delicacy’ status. Today its fans range from stay-at-home mums to bon vivant twenty somethings – and so far they’ve amassed over 730,000 (and counting) hashtags on Instagram. But is it really as tasty as those stylish filter-enhancing snaps would have us believe? As one of the last remaining shellfish virgins in London, I went to find out. Read more
Some things in life are inevitable. The sun will rise in the east, the grass is green and, at some point, you’ll find your back knotted up like a pretzel. The latter is particularly true for me.
See, I’m a self-confessed gym addict. Yep, one of those people who bounds out of the house in Lycra at 6am to fit in a sly spin class before work. A good habit, you might think, but coupled with my fondness for sitting in awkward positions and slouching over my PC, it leaves me tenser than Phil Mitchell in a cop shop.
While I typically treat my aches with a cheeky massage from a colleague at lunch, bribing them with tasty baked goods, it just wasn’t quite doing the trick – plus, it was costing me a fortune in cakes. It was time to make a change, so I headed to leafy St John’s Wood for a luxurious full body massage, courtesy of Wowcher. Read more
“Boxing is like jazz. The better it is, the less people appreciate it.” – George Foreman
I have to agree with the lean, mean fat-griller-endorsing machine on this. Boxing to me is very much like jazz – I haven’t got a clue how it works, real fans of it seem near enough mythical and I would definitely not be all that interested in having a go. Aside from the knowledge I have gathered from the Rocky movies (i.e. none whatsoever), I was and still sort of am a virgin when it comes to this, brutal, cinematic spectacle. It doesn’t strike me as a contest for gentlemen like days of old, it’s more like a contest for modern men – not just men, but manly men. Men who like to hit each other in the face. Men who buy tigers and keep them in their homes, men with a penchant for shiny suits, fast cars and going bankrupt. Men.
But I figured a slightly gentler introduction to the sport would appear in the form of the Tyson Fury charity fight night – taking place in the famous Clapham Grand. A night where people would have a few drinks, watch some dedicated sportsmen respectfully do what they do best to each other, and have the proceeds go to a good cause. While it certainly wasn’t exactly gentle, it offered an altogether more charming side to boxing to which I hadn’t really ever been exposed. Read more
Thou shall have a fishy on a little dishy…or to be more precise, 10 little fishies on little dishies to share between two at Mayfair’s very own Yazu Sushi. Motivated purely by curiosity and not at all by our stomachs, we thought we’d take a closer look… Read more