… I want to get off. And have another of these hot chocolates!
Stop the World, in Leigh-on-Sea’s Broadway, is something of an institution. Before we’d even moved into the neighbourhood, we’d heard mention of it. Glowing mentions.
Then, having FINALLY moved into our new house (which happens to be just up the road), we were quickly struck by how busy this pretty café was. During the summer, every single seat outside was taken whenever we wandered past. And as the winter days drew in, the cosy glow it emitted (not to mention the sweet smells that seeped out) made it seem as inviting as roaring fire on a snowy day.
Hot chocolate at Stop the World
And when the husband and I eventually stopped by, my goodness was it easy to see what all the fuss was about.
So, porn stars? I can’t say they’ve ever really done anything for me. They always seem a bit dramatic and not necessarily that tasty.
But clearly I’ve been missing out.
My pal Emma and I were long overdue a catch-up. So after a little bit of a debate, we decided to take a trip to the Vine, in Leigh Road, Leigh-on-Sea.
Me getting to grips with my porn star martini on a comfy Chesterfield
Weary of wine? Bored of beer? Stuck in a rut with your spirit choice? Weeeeell, have I found the shop for you!
Plenty of choice!
Clink, in the Broadway, Leigh-on-Sea, Essex, sells a range of unique flavoured liqueurs, celebrating the quintessential British spirit (Cherry Bakewell Vodka anyone?) Continue reading
The Boatyard is a restaurant which clearly rates itself.
And it does have good reason. It’s situated in probably one of the best spots in Essex, tucked down in Old Leigh, with unrivalled views of the estuary.
On a balmy summer evening, there are few places I would rather be than sat, cocktail in hand, on its long wooden deck out at sea, the sound of piano drifting out.
And, what is more, I have also discovered a new favourite cocktail.
The Boatyard’s Rosè Spritzer is basically summertime in a flute. Macerated strawberries were mixed with Pimms No.1 , Frais de Bois, Elderflower and a dash of sugar syrup, shaken and double-strained into my glass then topped with Rosè Champagne.
The Boatyard’s Rose Spritzer
We’ve just moved house. And as far an I’m concerned one of the VERY FIRST things you have to do when moving to a new town is to find yourself a lush local – or two.
So, having finally gotten the keys to our new place and lugged boxes inside for an unseemly amount of time, we admitted defeat and wandered off to find a watering hole.
We didn’t have to go far before we came across the Mariners Court (in Leigh-on-Sea, Essex.) Now, prior to buying our place we hadn’t exactly heard good things about this pub.
A 200ml bottle of fizz? That’ll do for me… (Guinness for the husband, of course)
But for a rather dusty pair of new-to-towners it was exactly what we needed. The sun was shining so the glass doors onto the Broadway were wide open, there were pretty hanging baskets, the barman was friendly and they did a 200ml bottle of fizz.
That’s right. Fizz basically by the glass (though it was in a mini bottle.) This is NOT to be sniffed at. The vast majority of pubs (and, believe me, I’ve been in a few!) only sell fizz by the (proper sized) bottle. Continue reading
There is A LOT of affirmation wall art around at the moment. And I’m as susceptible to a good one as the next person. (In fact, a cursory glance around my lounge/diner – where I am sat typing this – reveals that I have no less than three different types of affirmation art within reading distance.)
And while there is an argument that one can overdo it with the affirmations, I spotted this one today in Flutterbyes, Lakeside, and it made me smile. So I thought it only fair to share… (This one is £19.95 by the way…)
Very true, I reckon…
When my husband and I held our wedding reception at our local pub (The White Horse, in Coxtie Green, Essex, for those of you who are interested!) we were, it seemed at the time, in something of a minority.
All the weddings I had ever attended were (with one glorious exception in Sicily) at fabulous country manors, or super plush hotels, or castles.
Tying the knot at the cute church behind your house and then enjoying pie and mash and a pint or two (that’s the fellas, obviously. I stuck happily to Moet & Chandon Rose Imperial) was seen by rather a few of our friends and family as pretty quaint and a little unusual.