12 days in Holborn.

For the past two weeks, my boyfriend and I have been fortunate enough to living the hotel life at The Citadines in Holborn. Due to Phil’s heavy work schedule at the European Poker Tour, I’ve had the chance to mooch off of his job perks and explore both Holborn & Covent Garden for the first time. Whilst doing so, I have come across some of the best meals in London I’ve had to date.

One morning, I stumbled across HUSH Brasseries. During the week, I tried nearly everything on the menu and the english breakfast is just on another level! Their menu also includes 5 different types of Eggs Benedict, 4 variations of waffles and pancakes and heavenly pastries.

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On Friday night we headed to Bricklane to celebrate my old friend from uni’s 25th with a little drunken bowling. Had a great time at All Star Lanes as well as one of the best cocktails of my life.

Jumpin’ Jack Flash Cocktail. 
Jack Daniels, Falernum, Agave Syrup, Fresh Lemon juice churned with Raspberry puree, in this cheeky long drink with a taste of classic sherbet.

Although, Brick Lane is one of my favourite ways to spend a sunday, I have to admit that it is quite frightening on a friday. I may possibly be getting more boring with every year that passes but the mixture of screeching teens and buzzed out crack heads does not appeal to me. I guess I’ll have to give it another go before I write it off but boy do I miss Lan Kwai Fong!

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To celebrate the end of the European poker tour and Phil’s manic work schedule, we ventured over to Leicester Square to visit his company’s casino and to sample one of the best steaks in London at the Heliot Steak House. At first I questioned if dining with the view of Roulette and Black Jack tables would be borderline tacky but the food, ambience and service exceeded my expectations by miles. The steak was succulent and bursting of flavour. With the additional garlic butter and peppercorn sauce equipped with a bottle of Cycles Gladiator Merlot and sides, I can honestly say my experience couldn’t have been any better.

With a belly full of food and a week of total relaxation after work, I’m prepping myself for a week ahead of getting myself back into fitness and healthy eating. Wish me luck……

K

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8 reasons why I’m grateful for being an expat brat.

 

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While most expat brats feel the need to complain about how hard their lives were growing up in another country due to identity issues and not being able to order a good burger, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. And here’s why:

1. One day during my teens, I remember my dad mentioning to my sister and I that he was extremely proud of the fact that we hadn’t grown up racist. At the time, I couldn’t quite understand how that could possibly be something to be proud of, until I moved to the UK.

Growing up in Hong Kong and attending an international school meant being taught all about the different cultures and religions. Whilst I was naïve to the fact that discrimination existed, There aren’t too many places where your closest group of friends are Icelandic, Spanish, Israeli, Indian and British.

2. Most third cultured kids have a number of identity issues and it can sometimes be a little irritating having to explain that I’m from Hong Kong but have never lived in the UK. (Queue the you don’t look Hong Kong-ish?’, ‘Does everyone in Hong Kong have blue eyes?’,‘Do you ride a panda to work?’ type questions) However, It easily generates conversation when you first meet someone, making it less awkward for all parties involved. I then feel that little bit more interesting and to others I officially turn from that blonde girl to the girl who lives in fricking HONG KONG.

3. How many people can say they flew before they walked?

(And before I sound too cocky, let me state that I’m extremely grateful to have had the opportunity to visit an array of beautiful countries!)

4.  I can swear in a variety of languages…I’m sure it’ll come in handy one day.

5.  The sound of foreign languages actually brings comfort to me, which makes travelling a hell of a lot easier. I can glide through the airport without a stress in the world…until I get on a plane, over 150 flights and xanax’ed up to my eyeballs, I still can’t stand those horrid air gliders!

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6.  I am constantly reminded by my parents and the people around me, what hard work and personal responsibility looks like. On the flip side, it makes pulling a sicky extremely guilt ridden.

7.  We make great debaters, as were aware of current global issues and the latest gossip from the daily mail. (Oh em gee, still can’t get over Kristen Stewart cheating, what a trampire)

8. The thing about third cultured kids is that we generally establish relationships quickly. We’re welcoming, converse with adults well and seem to adapt quick to unfamiliarity. We also infamously know how to have a good time…

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