Declaration of Origin

Finding a good steak in Accra is no longer a case of playing Russian roulette in the culinary search. Restaurants have now caught on to proudly declaring the origin of their meat. Why? Because beef reared on fish produce, a very common thing in Ghana, is very unpalatable.

This was not always the case though – a year and a half ago you pretty much went in blind when ordering a steak in a restaurant – wondering as you mulled over the filet on the menu whether it would taste of meat this time or have the slight whiff of fish as well. It took me a while to realise that the whiff of fish in my meat was not the chef using the same pan to make the sauce for my steak and frying the fish for my companion. The whiff was indeed in the meat.

Champagne brunch?

I am loving the changing dining landscape in Accra. Three years ago, the dining scene was completely different from what it is today. Bella Roma, Pazzo, Red Chilli, The Lounge to name a few are recent additions to this constantly evolving scene.
The newest addition is the newly-built Mövenpick  Hotel in Accra – next to the Novotel, at the old Ambassador Hotel site. So new in fact that the official launch is only scheduled for October this year. The hotel has however been having a series of soft launches since last month…breakfasts, lunches and dinners. I had breakfast there last week and was fairly impressed. Today we decided on a Sunday brunch with the family and all I can say is…it has been a long time coming.

Mexican on Parisian streets

Candelaria was one other place that was on my list of places to visit while in Paris. I constantly trawl Hip Paris Blog to get the latest on what’s new and exciting in the city. Makes for a change from the usual – did not feel like having brasserie food another night.
I trudged the streets of the 3rd with a friend determined to find this place. We literally walked past it – it is one of those places that does not have a sign at the door – and you have to know where you’re going. Getting to it feels very clandestine.

The sweetness of Miss Cupcake

Along the way to Espace Dalí…literally happened upon Miss Cupcake – and could not resist. Hey! It was a long walk getting there, we needed to get fueled, and we had taken a rather circuitous way. Read: We got lost.
It gave me the chance to test out my new wide angle lens – great, but it distorted the picture somewhat,  still managed to capture the goodies on display though. Nothing but cupcakes.  This was a real find – a cupcake store in a city renowned for its patisseries. Almost felt sacrilegious indulging in such a simple treat.

Miss Cupcake
22 rue la Vieuville
75018
Paris

Death by chocolate

A popular breakfast, lunch and afternoon tea place, filled with both locals and tourists alike. It is more popular with tourists I think given its proximity to all the things that draw tourists to this city. The Tuilieres gardens are just across the road, as is the Louvre, and of course there is Rue de Rivoli and its luxury shops for the captive tourist.