The MaE Deli…a Vegans Dream…

If you’re a whole food lover then you might want to stick around for this one. Or even if you just love food. And we’re talking all food that’s vegan, gluten free, nutritious and god damn tasty.

Situated in the heart of London, in Seymour Place lies the one of three MaE Deli’s by deliciously Ella. With a beautiful interior you’ll feel right at home with their contrast of a modern vintage design, with worn wooden chairs and tables, a cute selection of cacti and some old-school books lying on the shelves. Not to mention the colourful food that will fill your stomach with a hug of content and leave you feeling energised and ready for absolutely anything.

Open from 8am to 9pm weekdays and 9am-9pm on weekends, the deli has you covered for anything. Pop in before 11am and discover the dreamiest of breakfasts. I picked up the acai bowel, with their homemade granola, coconut yoghurt and homemade almond butter along with peanut butter on toasted rye bread. Simply delicious. Grab yourself a coffee made with either coconut or brown rice milk. That’s right! No animals were harmed in the making of your breakfast or your coffee.

If you’re looking for something hearty, head in for some lunch or dinner and grab some beautifully cooked butterbean and cauliflower falafels, roasted sweet potato with coriander tahini, Tuscan bean stew served with brown rice and courgette and sweet potato stew. Just beautiful. For the full menu head to their website here.

If you’re looking for something to sweeten your taste buds you absolutely must try the fudge brownies or the blueberry muffin! Vegan and gluten free and to die for! 

So if you ever find yourself strolling through London, be sure to check in to the deli and you won’t be disappointed.

Shitting yourself…

If there’s one promise I’ve made to myself recently, it’s to do more ‘stuff’. Doing more on my days off, seeing different places and doing things that scare me a little.

If you read one of my recent posts, you would have seen that I spent a couple of days in London. Read that here if you like! I went to apply for a Visa as I will be travelling to Vietnam early in the New Year which is a different story that I’m currently shitting myself about. But if you continue to read you’ll see that shitting yourself is okay. Ish…

London to some people may not be that scary, which is cool. Great even. But it’s not something that’s the norm for me. If I venture somewhere on my own, the furthest I’d go would be to Liverpool or Leeds only to be met by my sister. So travelling from Southport to London completely on my tod was a big deal, especially when I’m quite the anxious traveller. But I’m working on it.

How did it go you say? It was tough. It was tough not knowing anyone around me, and having so many people go about their daily business, and then me sticking out like a sore thumb, trying to figure out which tube station to hop on and hop off at. I got lost, I tried to check into the wrong hotel, but I had a lovely man that told me Jesus loved me. Not all that bad hey! But in all seriousness, this trip tested me in so many different ways, which may sound really over the top or whatever but I’m happy it did.

It scared the shit out of me. I had a constant sickness feeling in my stomach because of where I was and who would try and speak to me. I was paranoid I was walking too slow and slowing people down. I was scared I would get so lost I wouldn’t find my way back. But aside from all that, I was able to find the courage to go and watch a show on my own, and cry along with the strangers next to me. I was able to eat my lunch and drink some of the best coffee’s I’ve tasted from lovely little independent cafes. I was able to do something I don’t usually do. I had me time. And that’s what matters the most.

From this tiny little trip I’ve learnt so much. That yes, it’s okay to worry your socks off and panic a little. But to continue and be strong, and embrace the moment you’re in so you can cherish it later and look back and think, I did that. Go me!

So I guess I should find the point to this post. If you’re desperate to do something that isn’t what you normally do because it scares you, you should do it even more. It’s okay to feel like you’re loosing control of a situation because as quick as that can happen, it can easily become back into your control. Grab those experiences by the horns and live. Don’t get me wrong, I still want to curl up in a ball every time I think about travelling to Vietnam by myself, but at least I can look back at this little trip and think, well I travelled to London on my own? Yes, it’s not the same distance, but it was pretty major. Why is this any different? I can do this and I will do this.

Last Minutes in London…

Having spent a few days in London, I’ve found myself finding little places every now and then to hide for a bit and chill. London is busy. Very busy and where I live is not. I feel like I’ve travelled to a different world. Don’t get me wrong I’ve been to London before and I knew what to expect, but not like this. Not on my own.

I’ve found myself wandering round the streets of Oxford and Regent, and took a left onto Carnaby Street and joined their Christmas Party. My goal was to find somewhere I could hibernate for an hour or so to get myself together before heading back onto the tube to catch my train back up North. I found the perfect place.

The Espresso Bar, Mozzino. This place is right up my street. If there’s one word to describe this place it would be cool. It’s just seriously cool. With contrasting modern and vintage interiors, old school coffee grinders, and an excellent playlist, it feels seriously cool to be here. I’m able to sit in the window (something I don’t usually do at home, but I’m in London and people watching is seriously addictive here) with my coffee and take everything in around me.

One thing I’ve enjoyed about London is seeing all the people go about their daily business and looking fly as hell whilst doing so. The street style has inspired me, and makes me think about how it’s actually okay to express yourself in the way of style. Something that I often feel odd doing.

Hours later and I’m still here, nursing my huge glass of green tea, munching on a tomato and basil grilled sandwich, having Jamie XX and fleetwood mac bless my ears, taking in my last few minutes in London.