When take-your-breath away interiors come hand in hand with lip-smackingly good coffee and banging brunch dishes, you know you’re on to a good thing and Red Roaster in Brighton is exactly one of those. It’s a good egg and an organic one at that!
I first heard about this newly renovated coffee spot through one of my good friends Olivia. She’s also the wickedly talented brains behind all my outfit photos so yeah, she does an awesome job at making sure my chins aren’t wagging too much when I’m hair flicking, chasing dogs and whatever else it is I do – and for that I’ll be eternally thankful. It also means we can never fall out ‘cos she has one hell of an archive of outtakes right there. Shall we get back to botanicalgasms and coffee chat already? YES LET’S.
March 20, 2017
First up, shout out to all the girls who straight up lied about how much singing there was in the film just so they could drag their poor unfortunate soul of a boyfriend along to watch it with them. I’m not even sorry. If you’re anything like me, you’ve been dying to see Beauty and the Beast ever since the trailer came out and you may have even considered buying a bit of the merch from Primark, so the 17th March 2017 was no longer just St Patrick’s day for you, it became St Popcorn day. And also… St I-forgot-how-much-singing-there-was-in-this-film day.
March 19, 2017
It’s Sunday (who am I kidding, it’s definitely Monday by the time I get round to posting this), it’s 3.21 in the afternoon and I am counting down the minutes until we can bumble on down to our local pub for a lip-smacking (potentially heart-burning) roast dinner. Seriously, go to the Sussex Yeoman and get the lamb special: A slab of lamb, a mountain of spuds and a whopping ol’ Yorkshire pud to mop it all up with, oh mama, I am salivating. Ya see, I live for moments like this. The kind of moments that when someone asks you what you did at the weekend you normally leave out because, well, who wants to know about how much gravy missed your mouth and dribbled onto ya pretty white embroidered shirt and all your chins instead? On the face of things, they seem like boring activities we reserve for small talk don’t they, but they’re often the things that fill me with a warm fuzzy happiness. And if that makes me a 26 year old granny (that sounded way less dodgy in my head), then, well, that makes me a 26 year old granny! I feel like there should be some kind of cool word hybrid for this. What shall we go for? Premature granny – pranny? That’ll do. Just don’t say it too quickly, or in a loud place because that could be an entirely different conversation you’ll be having.
March 14, 2017
So you remember that time I wrote about 26 being the year of beige and that nothing good ever comes of being 26 i.e no laughing (‘cos every giggle leaves a wiggle), no railcard and no eating pancakes without having to knock yourself out with a kettle bell for an hour. Well, let me just fold all that back in my mouth, like right back until it’s tickling my dummy thing that I never know the name of – it’s not your tonsils (I know that much). But yeah, that dangly willy thing.
March 2, 2017
This year, it was announced that a big ol’ blue container full of assorted cacti and those little fabric storage drawers that separate your £1 Primark thongs from your socks and that one bra you actually wear, will be landing in the wee village of Lancing. That’s right, your summer body plans ain’t happening ‘cos meatball fever is coming to a village near you. Never heard of Lancing? No probs. It’s 20 mins out of Brighton and it’s basically known for having a Harvester. There. Oh and now The Perch – a lovely seafront café with more dogs than Paul O’Grady. More on that busy brunch spot another time.
February 22, 2017