A few months ago former Q & Eats guest and one of my best friends introduced me to Shoryu Ramen on Regent Street, its become a firm fave of mine. So where better to take Vicky Chandler for a Q & Eats not just lunch but what turned into a full day out including coffee and the Christopher Raeburn show during Mens Fashion Week.
Vicky was someone who I followed on twitter for a while but burst into the national news when her petition to stop the utterly dreadful and in no way funny Dapper Laughs coming to her Uni led to a national event. Since then she has appeared on C4 News, BBC Radio and many other places in her capacity as one of Britain’s brightest journalist prospects.
So did I change the questions to suit a growing media star famous for her involvement with many current affairs issues, nope did I shite, still asked her about nonsense as well you will be glad to know, but it was a range of questions.
So anyway food first then on to the interview . . .
Shoyru offers a simple prospect, big bowls of noodles with a choice of additions served in steaming broth. On a cold January day its perfect. We had the veggie option, fresh veggies and tofu served in the deep tasty broth. An aside about broths, they make or break these dishes, and there’s has so much depth of flavour, but some how delectably balanced against the rest of the bowl to stop it from over powering them.
Service as ever was great, polite, efficient warm, ticking al those boxes. The staff make you feel wanted and hat nothing is a bother for them, in busy Central London this is becoming increasingly rare.
With most mains priced between £10 – £12 it is not only a great retreat for food but very well priced.
Vicky is currently in the middle of her final dissertation but gave her review . . .
I loved it. Was so tasty. Not normally into vegan and veggie food but it was nice surprise.
We went to the Regent Street Branch, but there are others.
So on with the questions . . .
Fave Designer – Accessories – Alexander McQueen, Clothes – Victoria Beckham (Think she knows my two loves in life)
Neoprene, Neo Right, or Neo Wrong – Right
Heels or Flats – Heels
Dress to impress or casual – Dress to Impress
Print Or Plain – Print
Best Thing you bought – Charlotte Tilbury Bronze & Glow
Can a tshirt save the world – Yes
One idea to change the world – Education
Saying you live by – Fuck the haters
You were on C4 News, settle a bet, who would win an arm wrestle Snow or KGM – Jon Snow
Are Bloggers Journos – No
Describe what feminism means to you in a sentence – Men & women are equal in to each other from pay to all society
When you started the petition did you ever imagine you would end up as a figure head for change – No I didn’t think so at all
Has the line between free or hate speech ever been so blurred as the world finds it right now – Yes
Something about London you would take to Cardiff – Liberty London
Something about Cardiff you would give to London – The sense of community
What are the current trends – Flat shoes, feminine dresses
What Trend would you ban – Crop Tops
Which beauty product that everyone has is actually crap – Toner Water
Celeb ranges, brilliant or bobbins – Shit
Who did you want to win Strictly – Caroline Flack
Mayo or Ketchup – Mayo
Song that always gets you dancing – Shake It Off
Should scrappy doo be tasered – No
Best breakfast – Eggs Benedict
Fave muppet – Cookie Monster (AGAIN PEOPLE SESAME STREET IS JIM HENSON BUT THEY ARE NOT MUPPETS)
Who would be your celeb parents – Ellen Degeneres & Portia De Rossi (Vicky is the first to have chosen an actual couple)
Fave poem – Lily Myers – Shrinking Women (see below for the poem)
Mayor for a day what do you do – Day of free shopping for all
What book should FW followers read – How to be a woman – Caitlin Moran
One piece of advice for the reader – Don’t do anything that doesn’t make you happy
Thank you Vicky for being such a fab guest . . . and now that poem.
Lily Myers – Shrinking Women
Across from me at the kitchen table, my mother smiles over red wine that she drinks out of a measuring glass.
She says she doesn’t deprive herself,
but I’ve learned to find nuance in every movement of her fork.
In every crinkle in her brow as she offers me the uneaten pieces on her plate.
I’ve realized she only eats dinner when I suggest it.
I wonder what she does when I’m not there to do so.
Maybe this is why my house feels bigger each time I return; it’s proportional.
As she shrinks the space around her seems increasingly vast.
She wanes while my father waxes. His stomach has grown round with wine, late nights, oysters, poetry. A new girlfriend who was overweight as a teenager, but my dad reports that now she’s “crazy about fruit.”
It was the same with his parents;
as my grandmother became frail and angular her husband swelled to red round cheeks, round stomach
and I wonder if my lineage is one of women shrinking
making space for the entrance of men into their lives
not knowing how to fill it back up once they leave.
I have been taught accommodation.
My brother never thinks before he speaks.
I have been taught to filter.
“How can anyone have a relationship to food?” He asks, laughing, as I eat the black bean soup I chose for its lack of carbs.
I want to tell say: we come from difference, Jonas,
you have been taught to grow out
I have been taught to grow in
you learned from our father how to emit, how to produce, to roll each thought off your tongue with confidence, you used to lose your voice every other week from shouting so much
I learned to absorb
I took lessons from our mother in creating space around myself
I learned to read the knots in her forehead while the guys went out for oysters
and I never meant to replicate her, but
spend enough time sitting across from someone and you pick up their habits
that’s why women in my family have been shrinking for decades.
We all learned it from each other, the way each generation taught the next how to knit
weaving silence in between the threads
which I can still feel as I walk through this ever-growing house,
picking up all the habits my mother has unwittingly dropped like bits of crumpled paper from her pocket on her countless trips from bedroom to kitchen to bedroom again,
Nights I hear her creep down to eat plain yogurt in the dark, a fugitive stealing calories to which she does not feel entitled.
Deciding how many bites is too many
How much space she deserves to occupy.
Watching the struggle I either mimic or hate her,
And I don’t want to do either anymore
but the burden of this house has followed me across the country
I asked five questions in genetics class today and all of them started with the word “sorry”.
I don’t know the requirements for the sociology major because I spent the entire meeting deciding whether or not I could have another piece of pizza
a circular obsession I never wanted but
inheritance is accidental
still staring at me with wine-stained lips from across the kitchen table.