Dear New York What is it about you that intrigues me so much? Is it yellow streaks of taxis and crammed sidewalks and the abruptness of walk/don’t walk? Is it the tall buildings and skyscrapers from which to look out from observation decks, only to find a bright green postage stamp of grass in the…
The search for the perfect cookie is a never ending story that many of us are trying to conclude. Is it made from one, two or three kinds of sugar? Does it have chips or chocolate chunks? Is it gluten-free, laden with wheat or made with healthy grain flours? Are there piles of pecans, a…
There is a paper bag. A hand opens it up, pursed like a pair of lips that seem eager to devour the delicious contents it is about to be filled with. “What will it be?” Hands are pressed against the faux-glass plastic that sits between you and the cookies. Scanning your eyes across the flavours,…
When I lived in Berlin a couple of years ago, all the students on my travel writing course would descend on this one cafe in Kreuzberg called Pfeiffers. It was small and unassuming, bit tired around the edges, but we kept coming for the free wifi – the password was Sommerzeit which I found adorable…