True Story: I was a judge at the National Buffalo Wing Festival in Buffalo, New York

posted on: Thursday, 17 October 2019

National Buffalo Wings Festival in Buffalo, New York
Can I just run that story headline by you again one more time… I was a judge at the National Buffalo Wing Festival in Buffalo, New York. An American, that moved to London 17 years ago came back to America, as a UK journalist, to take part in one of the finest food festivals in the United States. How did that happen? How am I writing this? Dreams really do come true people. Meeting Karl Lagerfeld. That was cool. Interviewing Anna Wintour. Yeah, that was pretty epic. Being asked to take part in a festival celebrating the most perfect food on the planet… I find myself at a loss for words. Only I have to find them, as I have to tell you what I was doing there, what happened while I was there, and why it’s absolutely worth making the trip if you ever have the chance. Now, where to start. 

Outfit du Jour: Green with Crocodile Envy

posted on: Wednesday, 16 October 2019

How to wear neutrals with a flash of colour.


The best American buffalo wings in London

posted on: Monday, 14 October 2019

the perfect american buffalo wing in london
buffalo wing baby
Over the next week, I’ll be taking you down quite the path with buffalo wings in mind. So I thought it appropriate to first introduce you to the people behind the path taken….If you are a long time reader of FFG, you will remember that nearly eight years ago I wrote about a food truck in Brick Lane that sells Buffalo Wings. This wasn’t just any food truck. For eleven years, I had been searching for the perfect Buffalo Wings in London and I was coming up short. I couldn’t find the real thing to save my life. Then a friend mentioned Orange Buffalo. This food truck was quietly building up a cult following and I was embarrassed that I was so late to the game. So, one afternoon I travelled east for lunch, to try the wings for the first time. If I was going on looks alone, they were already winning the battle. The sauce over the wings was an exact replica, in colour and consistency, to what I had fallen in love with at home in the USA. But the real test was the first bite. I sat on a wooden picnic bench with a wing in one hand and a diet coke in the other – having no idea how hot the wings would be. I took one bite and had to put my diet coke down. If it were possible for buffalos with wings to emerge from my ears and dance around my head, it would have happened in this moment. Orange Buffalo had not only created a wing that was every bit a taste of home, they’d actually made it better somehow. I went back to the truck, said hello and thanked the gentleman for making true American style wings and left. On the way home, sitting on the tube, I started writing a review. People needed to know about this and they needed to know tonight. One hour later the blogpost was published (you can read about my first real American buffalo wing in London if you want a trip down memory lane). Fast forward nearly a decade and the story of Orange Buffalo has blown up. While they still have the truck, they’ve also moved to bricks and mortar, with two physical restaurants in London (and hopefully many more to follow). And this is where our story begins, in Tooting, at the newly opened Orange Buffalo.

Discovering Officine Universelle Buly Paris

Officine Universelle Buly Paris in London.
Officine Universelle Buly Paris in London.
Ever feel a bit like you are in world of super bright and clinical packaging when you are perusing the beauty aisles in your local supermarket or super store? As I was walking through Boots (the UK’s version of a Walgreens or Duane Reade) the other day, I really noticed how bright everything was. This was the first time I’d ever really picked up on such a remarkable pattern of packaging when it comes to the big brands on today’s shelves. There’s nothing wrong with said packaging, but it was brought to my attention because of a very particular experience I had just a few days earlier, with a French brand that dates back to 1803, Officine Universelle Buly. Let’s call it “Buly” from here on out or I’ll inevitably spell it wrong every time I go to rename the brand.