Tuesday, 16 May 2017

10 of the best things we stuffed in our faces in Trump's America


We spent three weeks in Donald Trump's America at the start of April. This was a lengthy holiday masquerading as parental leave but however you billed it, it meant we were in the United States of America for three whole weeks. Three. Despite their new leader being a massive racist baby, it was a luxurious time make no mistake.

Our flight landed in Los Angeles where we had three nights down near Venice Beach before taking in a further four nights in Palm Springs, plus a whole two weeks in Portland, Oregon. Oooof. Rather than post pictures of us and our kid marauding around the place, here's a break down of the ten best things we ate. It's hard to go out raving all night when you have a six month old baby so instead the vibe was all about pure gluttony. Open wide and take a look inside...

Ronnie's Diner, Los Angeles

Diners are in some ways the ultimate American eating experience. Big portions, limitless coffee, nutters at every turn. And breakfast can be peak when it comes to visiting. The casual abandon with which the Americans mix sweet and savoury is something to behold. So at Ronnie's Diner (see above), a greasy spoon-esque joint near our place in Marina Del Ray, we went in on a 'scramble', French toast and grits. 'Are grits nice?' is a question I'm still asking and still don't know the answer to.


The Blue Coyote, Palm Springs

This is a Mexican joint on the main drag in Palm Springs. Mexican places are everywhere in this town but the Coyote could be the best partly because they go heavy on the cheese on the plates and even heavier on the tequila in their drinks. We had two margaritas and walked home cross eyed attempting to avoid steering the pram into the road.


The Ace Hotel, Palm Springs

The Ace Hotel brand is synonymous with the trendy and the Palm Springs branch may well be the trendiest. It's full of silly young things in uniform shades preening and pouting and generally crossing their fingers that they might get 'discovered' there by someone to give meaning to their meaningless, yet highly instagrammable lives. Even if its the silliest, most vacuous black hole on the planet, they do a mean breakfast. Avocado on toast was the one.



Oh my gosh this place may well be the best. They do big portions with just the right balance of grease, stodge and vegetables to make it not seem like you're scoffing down a heart attack on a plate. Although you most probably are. The staff in there are so horizontally laid back, it makes you want to own your brunch spot and just lope around serving people scrambled eggs until you die. It's simple, yet killer fare dudes.  


Pig 'n Pancake, Astoria

One of the local folk told us not to go to Pig 'n Pancake as it's too skutty. But they were talking to the wrong people. This cavernous diner offered the perfect vibe for our slightly hungover morning in Astoria (the town where the Goonies was filmed). Again, there were grits, again there was a scramble and the green Tabasco sauce so prevalent (and delicious) in the US. Can we get this in the UK? Questions, questions. Plus there were American folk of all shapes and sizes eating all sorts of weird shit early in the morning. Steak and syrup? I don't think so...



Everyone bangs on about the chicken wings at Pok Pok in Portland. But that's because they are the BEST thing you can ever put in your mouth. Originally a food cart, the success has been so gargantuan that they've got a permanent restaurant with a permanent queue outside, plus cookbooks and worldwide acclaim. These wings will redefine your thoughts on chicken. Like totally. They use fish sauce and it will blow your mind. 



If I was on death row and I was asked what I'd like for my final meal, I might be tempted to ask for the so-called 'dirty fries' from Lardo in Portland. I'd probably want them with a scotch egg, a pork pie and a side order of scrambled eggs but I'd definitely want them. They are fucking amazing. Look at them there above. They are fries, with hot peppers, bacon scraps and chunks coated in Parmesan cheese. There is no nutritional value to be had in them and they're all the better for it. The sign on the wall of Lardo says 'pig out' and it'd be rude not to obey. 



One of the worst hangovers we had on our recent trip was after the 1st birthday bash of the Toffee Club. The next day was one of serious hard work, anxiety and beer-induced paranoia. Perhaps the one good thing to come out of it was stumbling upon the HunnyMilk pop up breakfast spot. I hate the concept of a pop as much as the next normal but this was something else. Ribs, grits with a carrot cake waffle for afters? All for 20 dollars? Excuse me! 



After three weeks in American, we'd started becoming more American. Not to the point where we wanted to shoot anyone. Or not let them into our country due to the colour of their skin. But where the concept of sweet and savoury didn't seem like the worst idea ever. We were of course brutally hungover when we went to Screen Door and ordered chicken with waffles. But when they arrived, we ate every last crumb. Game changing. 



The Holiday Inn, LAX 

After many amazing breakfasts, our last hurrah was at the Holiday Inn near the airport in LA. You'd be forgiven for thinking that we were going out on a bit of a low ebb but not a bit of it. We arrived late at the all you could eat breakfast. But, despite being tardy, they still let us go mad on every bit of it. So we did. God bless America. And the French Toast that resides within you.

Wednesday, 3 May 2017

The Record Shop in the Tottenham Community Press

The Record Shop is an initiative in Tottenham aiming to give a platform to local youths who want to record their own music.

It's a wee studio which enables people to waltz in off the street and into a record booth which is a pretty vibes creation especially in these ends where opportunities like this are few and far between.

We quizzed Mary from the initiative for the latest issue of the Tottenham Community Press.

Get it here 

Bright lights, big city



Spring was big. It always is. But this year particularly so. Here are some things we saw, we heard and inserted into our gobs. Delicious...
Little and large

Breakfast for din dins

The Seven Sisters snail

'chicken experts' - trust!

'Do you not think she's a bit hot?' 

Fuck you Goldman

Livers

Yes boss

Lost Map Records on Soho Radio

Just before we fucked off for far away climes, we did a Soho Radio show as M magazine with Lost Map Records.

Lost Map, for those not in the know, is an indie label located on the remote Isle of Eigg and run by Pictish Trail. We had Lost Map artists Rozi Plain and Manuela in over the two hour show that was something of a shambles when it came to chat and links. Hopefully this was more endearing than hateful although it is hard to say as I'm too scared to listen back. Some highlights were continually pronouncing 'Rozi' as 'Rosie' and Rosie also booting a hole in the studio desk. Ouch. Listen back below if you dare...
 

An interview with his highness, Julian Cope

Months off are few and far between if not none existent now we're all kinda fully fledged grown ups . But we've just come back off one with our kid and it was totally mega. So it's time for a 'catch up'...

While we were away, wheels continued rolling, one of which was this interview with former Teardrop Explode Julian Cope dropping on the internet. A little like a lead balloon as no one really noticed but whatever, this was one of the best half hours ever with a dude who has lived a life totally unhinged.

From heavy LSD consumption to an intense love for old stones, to dressing like, as he says, 'Odin's biker', Copey has done pretty much everything while keeping the tuneage heavy and uniquely him. His latest LP, Drunken Songs, is just that, a collection of ditties about getting back on the sauce. What a hero! Click the link and dig into a chinwag with the number one arch druid...

Julian Cope feature.

Thursday, 2 March 2017

The Circle


Dystopian futures are the subject of more books and films than you can wave an evil robot's finger at yet Dave Eggers' The Circle manages to construct one all freshly sinister from the dream reality of working for the ultimate Silicon Valley giant.

The job the book's main protagonist lands sounds wunderbar if your idea of bean bags, a great canteen, working on a 'campus' and sharing your every move is the one.

But the reality is a company acting as a nightmarish collision of Google, Amazon and Facebook conducting the ultimate invasion of privacy into their workers' lives. Eek, eek and eek again.  

Akin to the Circle, our office at work has tried to create its own 'ultimate work life' space but reassuringly, there's nothing too sinister about the mess they've actually made. Instead, after a year or two, the reality is that the toilets don't work, there aren't enough lifts and every time you eat porridge in the canteen you get charged a new, weirdly different amount of dosh. Creepy watching perfection is someway off thank fuck.

Dig The Circle here.

Fifi Rong on Soho Radio

We were back on Soho Radio the other week with the ace Fifi Rong. If you've heard the latest Skepta album, then she's the first voice you'll hear while she's also worked with electronic legends Yello. Have a listen below... it's less gaff fuelled than usual...