This is Luke and Holly, managers at my new favourite restaurant, The Luxe at Spitalfields.
It's such an amazing space: started by John Torode, my idol (he's half the duo of the BBC series MasterChef). The ground floor is a huge open brilliant cafe/bar, the basement is a nightclub with various shows, comedy & music & stuff, then you go upstairs to the most gorgeous restaurant, with silk hand embroidered Chinois wallpaper from China.. well don't just take my word for it: go see for yourself.
On the top floor is a space for a kind of members only club, where they have private parties. The staff are the type who work really hard but make it look effortless. Holly was very kind to take a quick minute to pose for my blog: she's nice, pretty, cool, and I love her style and energy.
Flew in from Miami Beach not BOAC.. man we had a lovely flight. Not as eventful as our ride over ('virgin barbie'): didn't win any champagne, and I let them do the washing up this time. And it was really hard to leave Florida, leave my mom & all the friends there, and family, and those rich colours, the blues and turquoises and the water.. but there's something about returning to England. Mr. Dot once said his friend described it like sinking into a warm bath.
And considering how effing freezing it is here, that's exactly what I did. With bubbles, and baby oil. And since I ran out of bath salts, I borrowed some sea salt from the kitchen (tip: it does the trick!).
That's why I'm posting it today: going to the Luxe one of the things I'm looking forward to, now that I'm back in the UK. I've got the Lag, and got it bad, and now I can't get that song out of my head. It's worth clicking here cause whoever posted this, it's some great vintage Beatles footage.
Okay, I've posted. Too pooped to unpack, just going to play with the cat and go take a nap.