Sunday, August 5th, 2012
I love an early morning run, but it’s hard to drag anyone with you at 6:30am and after mile upon mile of making conversation with yourself, well, frankly, it can get a little boring. I’m all for making running a social event, which is why I love an evening run, followed by dinner. When you can gorge yourself on tasty grub with your mates afterwards, suddenly the whole thing is more appealing.
Here are my top five post-run Shoreditch faves:
Thursday, July 7th, 2011
Being alone can be uncomfortable for some. This isn’t about whether or not you have a partner, this is about just being OK with spending time by yourself. Personally, I love it, but there are people for whom the thought of doing certain things alone petrifies them. Be it traveling, going to the pub or the cinema – it seems it’s just more socially acceptable to do these activities with people. Dining alone at a restaurant is like the final frontier. I know many people who wouldn’t dream of it, but I’m a master of it, so here’s a guide to how to grow some balls and go for it.
Monday, April 4th, 2011
As you know, I spent last week in New York to celebrate my 30th birthday. I lived there for a year and a half when I was 22/23 and have spent most of my birthdays there since. It always felt like a bit of a homecoming whenever I went, but this time felt different, for reasons I’ll get in another blog post, but firstly, I thought I’d tell you about what I got up to while I was there.
Wednesday, November 4th, 2009
As a non-drinking, non-smoking, non-drug taking angel sent from heaven above, what I do for fun is limited in a certain sense. I can sit in a pub, sipping on my Diet Coke and chat away for hours, but eventually other people in there get drunk and obnoxious and ruin the vibe. Clubs are pretty much out due to my superior taste in music – I get too annoyed with the DJs to stick it out for a whole night. House parties are kind of a no go because people tend to go to get wasted and I’m the sober one sitting in the corner that everyone comes to to tell their dirty secrets.
The one thing I do enjoy is going out for dinner. I thankfully don’t know too many people who will get shit-faced drunk or pop an X over a pizza. A good conversation over a good meal is a great way for me to relax until…the bill arrives.
The dinner bill is something that has made me hate everyone I know at some point in my life. If you are the type of person who analyzes the bill, pays your share to the penny and not a cent more, I don’t know how you’ve made it this far in life without someone sucker punching you.
It is about the least classy thing a person can do. What is even worse is when people start pulling out their mobile phones, switching them to the calculator function and turning into accountants. I would say, if what you spent requires that much calculation, you probably can’t afford to go out. Believe you me, I have lived on the bread line and have been out to eat in restaurants when all I could really afford to do was stay at home and gnaw on my own flesh. But when the bill came, even though I was having an internal panic about how this $25 was all the money I had for the next 10 days, you would not see me examine the bill and dispute my share.
And because I don’t drink and am a pretty picky eater, I can guarantee you, my meal will account for the least of the bill. But yet time and time again, the people who have a few drinks down them and ordered the oysters and steak all of a sudden seem to ‘not remember’ ordering certain things when the bill comes.
I will admit, us Brits are notorious for not tipping, but after years of living in North America, adding 15-20% to my bill has become standard practice for me. And while I do dislike the North American custom of tipping for everything regardless (here in England, the attitude is that you tip is you received exceptional service, the person went above and beyond), I have expanded my view to be, if the server wasn’t terrible, you should tip them.
So the moral of the story is, when the bill arrives, just round up the cost of your meal and add some. If you get your calculator out, you shouldn’t even be there in the first place.