A mere hour away from London by train lies Cambridge, not just a university as I had always thought but an entire university town. I get a little faint-hearted when I think about all of the mayhem that you could get up to living in a town that literally grew up around your university.
As fast as it happened, summer in London is almost officially over. Looking outside of the windows right now it’s all doom and gloom, and somehow I’m thinking the hype about how rubbish the weather is here is 100% true. I’ve never been a person to embrace wintertime, perhaps it’s because I was born in the summer but I feel like perhaps the best things in life happen when the sun is shining down on you.
There’s a waiting list of approximately 6 months for Dabbous, our booking was made back in April, and it’s my luck (and someone else’s misfortune) that I’m able to squeeze onto the table. There’s a considerable amount of hype behind Dabbous, but tonight we’re here for a celebration and the £54 tasting menu.