Friday, 24 October 2014

This Week The Mice Have Mostly Been...

First things first fellow Mice...


So what have we been up to this week? Bobo burger scoffing, trying London's new Mondrian for size and FINALLY checking out the much-hyped Gone Girl! Today's post however is mostly centred around shopping and beauty products ... you know when you have one of those weeks when ALL you can think about is spending money? Yep well this week was one of those! SO, I'm going to share my new purchases and latest shoe obsession with you all ... word of warning, hide your credit card now...

Majorly Crushing over these Valentino strutters...


Could they be anymore beautiful?! Textured leather ankle boots embellished with Valentino's signature rockstuds - smashed it! I feel slightly like i'm cheating on the original rockstud kicks which I am also completely head over heels for too...


Think I need to commit to both beauties, flex my Mastercard and treat my tootsies to some Valentino va va voom! Why not it's Fri-yay after all! 

And while we're on the subject of a little shoe splurging...

Swooning over the brand new Sophia Webster x J Crew holiday shoe collection. Sophia at a snip? Yes please! Get in there fast though, the last collection was gone in the click of a heel and these beauties look like they'll be selling out doubly quick...

£460


£440


£510


Obsessively layering my lips with Dr. Jackson's Coconut Melt. Mini mouse bought me a pot of this moorishly addictive beauty balm for my birthday in September and i've been hooked ever since. And I'm in great company, celebs like Miranda Kerr and Emma Stone are raving about it too! It can be used for more than just lips ... in fact skin, cuticles and hair. It's super nourishing and hydrating and literally melts upon touch. Hands down the best lip treatment I've used in a while plus it tastes bloody amazing! I have more good news - it's just £10...


Getting soapy with L'Occtaine's Bonne Mere Rosemary shower gel. 'Rosemary soap???' you ask ... I hear you, it shouldn't work but it so so does! It's gorgeously fresh, zingy and has the ability to turn your usual two minute shower into an hour-long affair! Also available in lemon, peach and olive. £9 for 100ml



Right people, it's Friday and that means one thing ... Friday alcohol thing - whatever that means...!


Lots of weekend love,

The Mice 
xxx



Thursday, 23 October 2014

Heiress vs Penniless: Blanket Wraps

If you haven't got the AW '14 ultimate style crush memo from Cara, Rosie and Olivia yet, we're here to let you know that this autumn's wardrobe superhero is a blanket.

Yes, that's right a blanket.

It's made of cashmere, is emblazoned with your initials and has been cast on the Burberry checkered knitting needles of Christopher Bailey, but all the same, it's still a blanket....




Want in? Who wouldn't?

The bad news? A piece of fall's greatest cape comes with a price tag of just short of a thousand pounds...

Burberry Check Wool and Cashmere Blanket Poncho
£895


Hmmm, let's face it, that's fairly spenny for a blanket. If like us, you feel that bundling up in a Burberry would be punching above your cape, fear not, we've mined the high street for the very best blanks on a budget. Here's our pick of all that's snuggy-stylish for a fraction of the Burberry big bucks...

£129


£45



£35



Miss Selfridge Berry Check Cape

£25



ASOS Stripe Blanket Cape
£25



And that's a wrap...!

Wednesday, 22 October 2014

Picture Perfect Self-Portrait...

Listen up fashion bunnies! A gorgeous new dressy label has recently come into my life and I need to shout from the rooftop of Mouse Towers about it ... It's called Self-Portrait. I stumbled upon it back in August when I was searching high and low for a suitably snazzy dress for our pals, V & Kerrie's 30th affair in Portugal. The only criteria I had was it must be party-tastic, not too spenny and no one else must have it - sounds easy enough right?! Hours later I was still scrolling through pages and pages of good-for-nothing styles that just wouldn't do ... and then Self-Portrait shimmied into my life!

So, it's a London based brand f
ounded by the the same guy behind Three Floor, Han Chong - another label I have a lot of love for. Initially I didn't know it was UK-based and thought it was only possible to buy from the States via super awesome fashion site Revolve ClothingAs if my magic, I typed 'Self Portrait ASOS' into Google and there is was, bingo ... and of the dress that I wanted, there was just one left and in my size - fate ... into the basket it went! So anyway, more on THE dress - black and nude with an intricate lace and mesh overlay, ultra girly yet edgy ... so painstakingly beautiful I just had to have it one way or another.  

The anticipation surrounding its arrival was too much to handle AND I'm happy to share, when it did finally arrive it was perfect in every way! I think you've waited long enough now to see it - a mixture of 'me' shots and snaps taken from Self-Portrait online... 


The Phantom Dress, £229







Once on, the boned structure to the top section of the dress pulls me in gorgeously, the lace is even more beautiful in real life and has a luxuriously heavy weight. A matt black exposed zip fastens the dress at the back and the hem of the skirt is raw-finished exposing the detail against my skin. You know when you know you've found THE one!

Here's me rocking the little number in Portugal with Mini and Birthday V...



I now however am slightly obsessed with ever single piece in the collection and want it all. My top lustworthy-favs include:

Harmony Lace Dress - £219...


Guipure Lace Skirt, £139...



One Shoulder Wrap Dress - £189...




Race you to the checkout...

Tuesday, 21 October 2014

Carbone Hong Kong

As far as you’re concerned, a great meal should always end with:

(  (a) a smear of ketchup on one cheek and a free plastic toy;
(  (b) descending on a plate of artfully arranged petit fours (you may have just feasted on twelve small but perfectly formed courses, but you’re still a little peckish); or
(  (c)  a red sauce spattered tablecloth strewn with half-sipped glasses of homemade Limoncello and shards of cracked nutshells.

Answered (a) or (b)? This post’s probably not for you.
Answered (c)? We think you may just be a foodie after our very own hearts, read on…

So now we’ve given away the ending, let’s rewind to the very beginning or just about the point where you’ve zipped up to the 9th floor of the LKF Tower and are hopping out of the lift with a rumbling tummy and an expectant spring in your step. Welcome to Carbone Hong Kong, it’s time to tuck in to a huge helping of New York-Italian fine dining brought piping hot from the kitchens of Greenwich Village to the very heart of Central.


As you approach the candlelit concierge desk you’re met by an immaculately dressed, beaming hostess. Looking more fifties pin-up than door girl, she greets you like a long lost Italian cousin and suggests that maybe you’d like to start the evening with a pre-dinner drink. A nod later, and in a clatter of heels and a swoosh of a door, you’re whisked from the lobby to the gleaming dark wood bar for a peek at the drinks menu. Your eyes run down a list of old school cocktail classics and then right off the bottom of the page where, with a flash of déjà vu, you realize you’ve seen those black and white floor tiles before, just as the Godfather theme tune starts up in your head. A very smooth-mannered, white-jacketed Barman sidles over, and as you order up a Gibson (ice cold gin, vermouth and rosemary garnished with a pickled onion), you begin to ponder whether the lift was actually a time machine that whisked you back to New York City circa 1958.


Before you’ve even finished that thought, a maroon dinner-jacketed Captain (who it later transpires, runs the joint) appears by your elbow. He raises an eyebrow and, with a twitch of his bowtie, bets you that you’ve never tasted a meatball even a quarter as good as the ones currently being cooked up in the kitchen. Never one to shy away from a good wager, you allow yourself to be shown to your table where in one smooth movement your Captain (“please, call me Louie!”) pulls out your red leather chair and presents you with a menu so super-sized that the rest of the room is momentarily obliterated.  



As you greedily eye your options from Caprese salad to baked clams, through to Linguine Vongole and Ribeye Diana, Frank Sinatra croons along in the background, another Gibson arrives, and you conclude that this may actually be heaven. And if it was, Louie would surely be the Angel Gabriel, because now he’s back bearing a plate draped with Parma ham and studded with hunks of parmesan, nestled next to a slice of the most ambrosial garlic bread topped with a melted cloak of cheese. And that’s just the New York-Italian equivalent of an Amuse-bouche.


Nibbles inhaled, you’re floundering over the myriad of deliciousness confronting you on the menu until it’s Louie to the rescue once more, as he calls out a volley of his favourite dishes while simultaneously bantering with the Captain waiting on the next-door table. Deciding that you could do far worse than put your stomach’s fate in the capable of hands of Louie, you settle back in your seat and wait for the feast to commence.

What follows is a procession of dishes waistband-bustingly abundant, and mind-blowingly great. Octopus Piazzaiolo is a tumble of buttery-soft chunks of charred octopus, sweet peppers and toasted croutons finished with a kiss of chili. The Caesar Salad comes with a side of food theatre courtesy of your Captain chopping anchovies, drizzling dressing and tossing salad leaves in a bowl on a tableside trolley. The pasta course is a masterpiece of two acts. The rich Spicy Rigatone Vodka is a luxuriously unctuous opening, while the delicate Lobster Ravioli provides a lipsmacking finale.  But don’t consider it anywhere close to the curtain call just yet, next up are Mario’s Meatballs, which, after a single mouthful, render every superlative you’ve ever uttered far too lacking to disparage them with. Beckoning Louie over to happily concede that he won his bet, you goggle as you realize he’s laden down with your meat course. Luckily the Veal Parm’s more than worth undoing your top button for, we’re talking meltingly tender veal, crumbed and topped with herby tomato sauce and molten Parmesan – the stuff of a pizza-loving carnivore’s dreams.



As you push your knife and fork together and consider waving your white napkin above your head in defeat, the Supremes’ Baby Love starts playing and a trolley piled high with a veritable sugar high of dessert glides into view. Because you strongly believe that a feast should close on a toothache-inducingly sweet note, you opt for a spoonful of everything and one more for luck. Carrot cake, tiramisu, lemon cheesecake and banana flambé – each more insanely indulgent than the last.  



Full, happy and a little tipsy, you’re delighted when Louie bowls back over wielding a nutcracker, with a bottle of homemade Limoncello under one arm and a basket of nuts under the other. As he shells you a heap of walnuts, pecans and hazlenuts, the afterdinner jokes roll and your Limoncello glass never seems to empty.

Which, as the music fades and the candles begin to putter out, brings us right back to where we began.

The tables may be white-table cloth topped but they’re scrumpled and sauce-spattered. The Captains may be tuxedoed but they’re cheekier than your most entertaining Uncle. The food may be Michelin-star quality but its more comforting and scrumptious than your most treasured, time-honed family recipes. The end of a meal at Carbone feels all at once like a special occasion fine dining experience, and supper at home with your extended Italian-American family. And what more can you ask for than that?


Monday, 20 October 2014

Boozy Brunch with Mr B...

I've wanted to try Mr Buckley's for some time, however it's one of those places that, unless you live out East, is just not that convenient. The perfect opportunity arose for a girlie weekend lunch with all parties living in the Hagerston and Bethnal Green area! 

Located at 255 Hackney Road, you'll see why it's tricky for a post work meet-up for anyone outside East London, with the closest tube being Bethnal Green and that being a bus journey away, your next best bet is the overground to Cambridge Heath and then a further brisk trot. However, despite these complications, you'd be a fool to miss out on this one! Plus not having a tube station next door means you avoid the crowds and can actually enjoy this little gem! 
 

Having just celebrated his 2nd birthday, Mr Buckley is still relatively young, but fear not, he knows exactly what he's doing!

The ambiance is super laid back, it doesn't try too hard, which creates the perfect cocoon to while away many hours...which is exactly what we did! The decor is simple yet cool - exposed brick walls with peeling paint, 
mismatched school chairs, Mr Buckley's stencilled across one side of the room, quotes scrawled in neon lights and all dimly lit by shabby outdoor lamps. Urban meets chic at it's best!
 
 
 
 
 
 
On our visit, the downstairs bar was booked out for a private party, so unfortunately we have no pictures to show, however this didn't stop us from sampling the amazing cocktails! My favourite had to be the 277 - Sloe Gin, lemon juice, cucumber and prosecco...so fresh and incredibly moreish! Having said that the Raspberry and Basil smash slipped down just as easily, as did a bottle of ice cold Savignon Blanc! There's no doubt that we'll back to check out the bar and the rest of the cocktail list!   
 
 


 
And finally...the food! WOW! You're in for a serious treat! We arrived towards the end of the Saturday brunch service, but being four hungover girls with impressive appetites, they kindly served us an edited version of the dinner menu and thank God they did! 

Firstly there's no messing about with small portions, even the jars are big enough for sharing - which was a great way to explore the menu options! We went for:
 
Shredded wild rabbit with chilli & tarragon...
 

Spice roasted peanuts, macadamias & almonds with vanilla salt...


Butterbean hummus with aubergine & pepperade...


Everything is presented beautifully and the flavours they pack in are incredible - who would have thought a jar of nuts could be so delicious...the perfect mix of salt, sweet, spice and delicate vanilla! Jars devoured, we decided to move onto mains...
 
Fillet of sea bass with lemon crushed potatoes & spinach purée...


8oz Onglet steak with bone marrow, blue cheese butter & skinny fries...


Some serious silence went down around a table that had previously been filled with constant chatter, squealing and laughter! There wasn't even time for food envy...both dishes were so lip smackingly good Middle Mouse and I forgot to do the obligatory spoon swap taster! 
 
By this point our tummies were so swollen with our amazing feast and 3 too many cocktails, we decided pudding would have to be bypassed! Well not completely...we ordered a couple of portions of Mr B's salted chocolate fudge and replaced the accompanying coffee with an espresso martini of course!!!! 



Divine is the only word to describe these little diamonds of heaven...wow wow wow...you need to get yourself down there if only to sample these bad boys!!! 

Our new favourite haunt and with a brunch menu and Sunday dinner menu still to sample, one we will need to frequent manyyyyy more times! 

See you soon Mr B.... 


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