20 Aug
2010

Yo Sushi, all over the UK

There’s something about Yo Sushi that always reminds me of The Generation Game. I can’t help but hear Bruce Forsyth’s voice in my head saying “cuddly toy, cuddly toy” when I see the conveyor belt of colourful bowls of food travelling round the counters. When Jack was a baby I often popped into a Yo Sushi in London or Bluewater with him for lunch. The booths are handy for containing as well as entertaining a baby and the food (as long as you haven’t loaded it with soy sauce or wasabi) makes good finger food for a weaning or weaned baby

11 Aug
2010

The Astley Arms, Seaton Sluice, Whitley Bay, Northumberland

The Astley Arms is a Crown Carveries pub. It mainly serves a carvery – although other options are available. We went for a family get together. The walls are bright and the tables are clean. The highchair Lyra sat in was clean – and as a bonus the tray had high sides so she couldn’t brush bits of food off it all over the carpet

4 Aug
2010

Clocktower Restaurant, Wallington Hall, Cambo, Northumberland

Wallington Hall is a National Trust property dating from 1688 with beautiful grounds. I hadn’t been for years, and was really looking forward to a day out there. It’s the kind of place you can spend all day at exploring the grounds, visiting the house and playing in the park. You would definitely want to do that since, unless you are a National Trust member, you have to pay to get in

Random Review

  • Chapters, Blackheath, London

    When I was on maternity leave there were days I felt like everyone else was busy at work and I was the only person – in the world – sitting at home longing for an adult conversation. On days like those, the only way to keep my sanity, was to get out and about.

    At the very least, walking down to Blackheath Village for lunch would be enough to lift my spirits a little. We have the obligatory high street eateries like Pizza Express, Cafe Rouge and Strada but I give them a wide berth. Bursting at the seams with mums, babies and children and a decibel level which would not be out of place on the flightpath of a jumbo jet, they instill in me a mortal fear that I have morphed into ‘the middle-aged mum’