For Window Wednesday this week I am featuring this little gem: Mr Fogg’s Gin Parlour. An old fashioned gin parlour that feels like an 18th century front room, right in the heart of London, tucked away between Leicester Square and Covent Garden tube stations, with a bar serving gin and afternoon tea. I had
My gin of the month for July is One Gin, a gin I whose story I have followed for a while, but that I only got to taste for the first time last month. I first came across it on Kickstarter, the crowd funding site and then in one of those weird twists of
Is here! World Gin Day is here. And if you will excuse me whilst I say “thank feck for that”. What a week. What a sodding week. And it is not getting any better is it? I have a bit of a “no politics” rule at home because we are all often
I was actually planning on talking about gin made in Manchester last week, after we spent the weekend there for BlogOn and Mr B’s birthday but I didn’t get around to finishing the post and then, well, world events overtook us all and writing about Manchester gin somehow didn’t feel appropriate. The
This week it has finally felt like spring has arrived. There are daffodils on the verges, the birds are singing and when the sun comes out there is a real warmth to it. With it comes a desire to bunk off work to sit in the garden with a mug of tea
I admit, publishing my gin of the month post for February at 10am on a Monday morning is pushing the limits of acceptable behaviour, even by my standards. By rights it should be a weekend post, or a Friday night one maybe. Not 10am on a Monday morning. But hear me out.
There was a time when the front door was left unlocked. When the kitchen was the scullery. And in the tiny scullery stood this big sink. Clothes and dishes and weans got washed there. A lot of craic was heard around a jawbox. It still is. From the moment I first heard about this gin I
Week 5 of #Ginmas is now done and I have to say that at the beginning I really wasn’t sure if I would manage to post a gin a day for a whole month. To be organised enough that every day at 6pm I would have a photo of each gin and a little