The choice of restaurant to end the hard lockdown phase and celebrate the beginning of the end of the quarantine (*knocks on wood*) was quite prosaic. Turns out I had a huge craving for a well-served pizza, after a few disappointing experiences at trendy places which were all about the dough while severely neglecting the toppings. So, Pizza Express it was.
Our local branch was still closed, so we plumped for Ipswich, Suffolk’s county town, boasting some interesting historic buildings and a marina where boats and pedalos navigate the Orwell River bordered by a very pleasant promenade, dotted with restaurants and cafés.
It was a beautiful day, the fried polenta strips were delicious, the beer was cold, and having a real espresso after four months of instant coffee was glorious. We walked off lunch with a stroll around the neighbourhood, had a smoothie at Kaspas and a scolding from an old lady because we were apparently sitting on the steps of some museum’s emergency exit. We were a bit miffed but promptly left, only for me to look back 100 steps later and find a bunch of cackling teenagers sitting on the very same steps we were shooed from, with the very same lady happily standing behind them.
Excuuuuuse me? I turned on my heels, salivating for blood; but as if guessing my violent intentions the woman disappeared inside the huge wooden doors. I was curious to know why was my bum so unworthy, but not enough to pay for admission to NOAH’S ARK BIBLE MUSEUM. Well, maybe next time.
Woke up feeling too cute for Northeast London, so I took myself to Suffolk with my poodle hair and iridescent sequin sneakers to spread some glamour.
In other words, I drove 100 kilometers to buy sausage rolls.
But it’s not just any sausage roll. These are Pump Street Bakery’s sausage rolls. It is an artisan bakery located in the beautiful village of Orford in Suffolk – which in addition to being a top bakery also provides the visitors with riverside prettiness and a castle.
Quick stop at Butley’s Oyster Inn for a cider; actually I just wanted to pee, but these potato chips happened (and matched color with the drinks). Note to self: next time I order sweet potato fries must remember that because they are sweet they go better with mayo instead of ketchup.
At home we dined on our Pump Street shopping. That was my quiche and base was so incredibly light and tasty. Bacon would have improved the experience, but that area of Suffolk is a middle-aged hipster’s paradise so you gotta keep a vegetarian percentage on the shelves. I’m fine with that.
“You don’t have to get a job that makes others feel comfortable about what they perceive as your success. You don’t have to explain what you plan to do with your life. You don’t have to justify your education by demonstrating its financial rewards. You don’t have to maintain an impeccable credit score. Anyone who expects you to do any of those things has no sense of history or economics or science or the arts.You have to pay your electric bill. You have to be kind. You have to give it all you got. You have to find people who love you truly and love them back with the same truth. But that’s all.“
– Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar