Oh, my word!’ My eyes grew as the plate set before me on the sturdy wooden table in front of me. I started licking my lips and I could feel the saliva start to gush forth. Don’t get me started on the smell!
Now, now, we all know how much I love my coffee. I’ve started to transform into one of those creatures that simply cannot bear to have anyone talk to me before I’ve had my morning coffee. So, good luck to my friends and family. I bet they are itching for me to get myself together at the best cafe in Hull – this perfect establishment is called Nibble.
Oh damn, this is delicious! I bit into my Gin soaked pie, allowing the flavours to explode my tastebuds as I grinned, slightly wiping off the crumbs that dotted my chin. The atmosphere was exotically dark inside the London Gin Club, the smells a rich pungent from the aromas that wafted from my Gin glass. I took a sip.
Stumbling out of Bucharest Airport, bleary-eyed, looking at the pre-dawn lit landscape, I turned round to my frenemy, Mark: ‘Smell that. We’re in a whole new country.’ Already, the temperature was warm, threatening to increase even further with every roll the sun made towards the horizon from below.
‘Isn’t Kings Cross just the train station?’ I surmised to my myself while I read the email from Clink Hostels inviting me to explore the area where their London based hostels are based. Clink78 and Clink261 can be found just a stone’s throw away from the train station that everyone associates with when they think of Kings Cross.