London is chic, very very chic and so elegant. I seem to forget it sometimes. You dress up a lot in London. You wear a dab more makeup than you would normally wear in another less expensive city. You find yourself taking a cab here and there and spending a few too many coins on transport. Yeah it's all swell and nice to dine out, enjoy a few luncheons here and there, cab around beautiful London and relish in the lap of luxury, but it's also easy to forget yourself in this golden cloud of leisure.
I find that it's important to dirty yourself up a bit, at least once in a while, especially in a city like London. So who cares if you're wearing high heeled stilettos doing it, at least you're putting yourself out there. My new, but OLD, favourite Sausage joint in Marylebone Village Biggles, is my new dirty little secret. It's my new lunch spot, my new splurge. Yeah! Break me off a piece of that.
With a colourful range of flavours, from Morroccan and Toulouse, Lamb and Rosemary to the Veggie and the breakfast sausage option, and an accent of Biggles seasoning (above), these beautiful and amazingly juicy/tasty/electric sausage bangers would beat a Cipriani overcrowded and overpriced veal Milanese any night of the week. Forget about those fad diets, follow Metropolitan Mum's advice, let yourself go, live happily. Except that I might want to add that Mr Atkins would have been a huge supporter of Biggles, protein and healthy fat and all. It's to Biggles credit though, that the meat is pure and additive-free and will gift you with a long and happy life. No doubt. Add a half a baguette, some relish, mustard and ketchup on top and you're bound to live through the first real Cuban election.