Friday, 30 August 2013

Sweet Treats: Witch Mix (Majomajo Neruneru)

The Japanese certainly know how to make sweets extra fun, don't they? Today I got to act out a childhood fantasy and mix a potion in a (plastic) cauldron thanks to Kracie's Witch Mix, or Majomajo Neruneru to give it it's Japanese name. Mixing the ingredients up is a little long-winded but it's also a lot of fun.

You start with a plastic base that has two circles, one with a star on the bottom and one without, and a detachable corner. The corner acts as a cup for when you add water to the mixture.

There are also five little packets of ingredients and a spoon for mixing.

The first step is to add pouch number one to the side of the pot without the star, followed by one corner cup of water and mixing it together. 

After mixing for a short time, you should see something that looks like this:

I'll admit the colour is not massively appealing so far, but it is suitably witchy-looking. 

Next, add pouch two to the mix along with another corner cup of water and stir again. 

The colour will now change to something more appetising-looking. 

Pouch number three now goes into the pot with the star on the base. 

This pouch contains little crunchy treats in the shape of stars and circles. You now have something of an enchanted Muller Corner and it's worth tasting at this point before you add any more pouches. 

Scoop some of the mixture, add some of the crunchies like a topping and enjoy. 

Now you can add another pouch. I added the black one first. 

Again, add a corner cup of water and mix. The colour will change again and the taste becomes a little different too. 

After this, you can add your final pouch, in my case, the pink one and watch what happens next.

The colour changes slightly once more and the mixture becomes frothier. The final result should look something like this:

This last mix was my favourite. Mostly because the foaminess made it taste like sherbet, which is never a bad thing. 

Like I said, it is a bit of a process to go through for a sweet treat, but I think it's a lot of fun and I'm a grown woman (allegedly) so I can imagine that little ones would love all the mixing and making. After all, who doesn't enjoy a little bit of pretend witchiness now and again, right?

Wednesday, 28 August 2013

Out and About: Grain Store / Hot Pepper Jelly

Grain Store
Granary Square,
1-3 Stable Street,
King's Cross,
London, N1C 4AB.

Grain Store is the new brainchild of award-winning chef Bruno Loubet and The Zetter Group, of the Zetter Townhouse fame. Situated just a few minutes from both King's Cross and St. Pancras stations, it is nestled in the hidden gem that is Granary Square. 
The staff are friendly and warm without being overbearing and the menu is something else. If you are a vegetarian then you are in for a real treat because there are so many non-meaty dishes on offer, but not to worry, there's still plenty of meat and fish to be had for the carnivores amongst us. There are so many new eateries springing up all over London on a weekly basis that it can be hard to stand out as something special but what sets Grain Store apart is it's interesting and varied menu. Here's what I had:

Starter: Focaccia, dukkah and olive oil dip.
Main: Corn bread with tomato relish, creme fraiche, pickled cactus and scrambled eggs.
Dessert: Strawberry, passionfruit and mango sorbet.
Cocktail: Truffle Martini.
As well as everything I had being absolutely delicious, it was also very reasonably priced. I had all three courses and a martini for less than £40, (although a word to the wise, check the price of the specials before you order) and to make the bill even less scary they present it in a rather adorable form.

Hot Pepper Jelly
11 Broadway Parade,
Crouch End,
London, N8 9DE.

Hot Pepper Jelly is the cutest little cafe in Crouch End, if not the whole of North London. It's run by the loveliest people who make you feel like an old friend or at least a regular from your very first visit. The walls are decorated with beautiful photographic pieces (which are also for sale) and, my personal favourite, a huge pepper print. 

It is quite small, which adds to the cozy feel of the place and the menu is full of good old comfort food alongside traditional dishes with a peppery twist. I had the most amazing American breakfast (bacon, banana and pancakes) and an absolutely divine Strawberry Dazzler to wash it all down. 

At the counter you can purchase a jar of Hot Pepper Jelly for yourself, which of course I couldn't resist doing. I'm not sure how I'm going to use it yet but maybe I can take a little inspiration from Hot Pepper Jelly cafe's menu. 

Monday, 26 August 2013

The Floating Cinema.

Pop-up cinemas have become a summer staple in London. Over the last few years I've been to see films on rooftops, in the grounds of stately homes and, most bizarrely of all, projected onto a mountain of fridges outside the Olympic Stadium, but a floating cinema was a new experience for me.
Strictly speaking, "floating cinema" is a bit of a misnomer; it's more of a floating screen really. The UP Projects boat travels to various sites along East London's waterways and screens a mixture of shorts, local history films and big screen hits. My friends and I went to Friday's screening of Tim Burton's Frankenweenie at Three Mills Studios, the very studios in which the film was animated.

It has to be said that there is always something a little romantic about an outdoor screening on a warm summer evening. We brought blankets and a picnic (and some booze, of course) and settled ourselves down on the grass canalside. Luckily it was a comfortably warm evening with clear skies and as the night drew in, the illuminated boat looked particularly beautiful.

Frankenweenie was a great excuse for a spot of fancy dress, although rather disappointingly, not many people had made the effort. Trust me, I had a good look around. I have eyes in the back of my head.

Being a Tim Burton film, Frankenweenie has just the right combo of light and shade in terms of both plot and characters, and made for an atmospheric choice. Although, one of the best moments of the night didn't come from the film itself but from the family of swans who casually glided past the screen around half an hour into the movie. I ask you, what other cinema provides that?

The Floating Cinema is a great way to spend a summer's evening and as an added bonus, it was also a cheap night out. Tickets had to be pre-booked but were free of charge and since you were able to bring your own food and drink, there was no danger of getting ripped off with extortionately priced bars and the like. The relaxed feel to proceedings is also a breath of fresh air compared to some chaotic outdoor screenings I've been to. London can be a wonderful place for events such as this and the Floating Cinema itself carries a message that could just as easily apply to the city itself: It could only happen here.

Thursday, 22 August 2013


If, like me, you're a bit of a foodie, then you've no doubt heard about the rise of the mighty cronut from our friends in the U.S. Chef Dominique Ansel hit on the idea of combining a croissant with a donut and the cronut was born. They went on sale at his bakery in New York and flew out the door, quite literally, like hot cakes. Buzz grew to the point where people would sometimes queue for a couple of hours, only to be told that they had sold out before the last of the people in line had got their mitts on one of the baked goodies. For those of us on this side of the pond, the wait would be even longer. Nobody had yet taken up the cronut gauntlet in the U.K. We could do nothing but look at American instagram pictures and salivate.
Now the wait is finally over, thanks to Rinkoff Bakery. Dominique Ansel, being a savvy businessman, trademarked the cronut name in May this year, which means that others who mimic the cronut have had to come up with creative alternative monikers. Rinkoff's have gone with crodough and they are currently producing three different flavours:

...and Toffee Apple Crumble.
They are truly as delicious as they look, too.
Rinkoff's trade in two small sites in the East End of London, Jubilee Street and Vallance Road. As you would expect, the crodoughs are hugely popular and getting a lot of press so they are selling out early most days, so if you want to make sure you get your fix then then I recommend getting there early doors. Trust me, they are worth the hassle.

Monday, 19 August 2013

The Color Purple: The Musical at The Menier Chocolate Factory.

If you make three visits to the theatre in the space of seven days, the chances are that at least one of the shows you see will be a bit of a disappointment. Well, I must have had the Midas touch last week because all three of the productions I saw surpassed my expectations.
As with Titanic a couple of days before, I had misgivings about The Color Purple as a musical. If you've read the novel by Alice Walker or seen the 1985 film version starring Whoopi Goldberg, Danny Glover and Oprah Winfrey, then you will need no reminder of how grim the subject matter is. Of course, grisly, bleak tales can make for excellent musical fodder, take Les Miserables, for example, but it's difficult to pitch things the right side of corny. There's nothing worse than an overly sentimental, cliche ridden travesty of a much-beloved classic, and it's for this reason that I was secretly holding my breath about the Menier Chocolate Factory's production of The Color Purple.
The first thing to say is that there is something about the MCF stage. It's a sparse setting with only a very small seating area, which allows the audience to feel very close to the action no matter where they are sitting and can help add to a person's involvement. The stage is used very wisely so that the actors are facing different parts of the audience at various points meaning that no seat is a 'bad' seat. There is also a moment in the opening scenes where the characters actively come and say hello to the audience as part of the opening song, "Huckleberry Pie/Mysterious Ways." (Not in a cringeworthy manner either, I might add).
The only props that are used throughout the entire show are some wooden chairs so you can imagine how much the production depends on the actors' ability to capture the imagination of the audience. It says a lot about how successful they are in doing so that it is only whilst writing this that it occurred to me that the chairs were the only props.

The original Broadway production's poster.
Again, as with Titanic, the show was first performed on Broadway. Produced by Oprah Winfrey and Quincy Jones, it opened in 2005 and garnered eleven Tony Award nominations, before going on to tour the U.S. Yet for some strange reason it has taken until 2013 for it to reach our shores here in Blighty.
The songs are both dazzling and heart-wrenching by turns, and the lyrics are funny, heartbreaking and charming to say the least. Major kudos must also go to Ann Yee for the stunning choreography. But of course, no matter how great the music and lyrics and even the choreography, none of this would work so well without a terrific cast. Thankfully, The Color Purple has just that.
Cynthia Erivo as Celie is outstanding in every aspect of her performance. Her acting is only eclipsed by her truly magnificent singing. Her closing solo number, "I'm Here," sent so many shivers down my spine, I felt genuinely cold. Honestly, I find it hard to understand what kind of a world we live in where people exalt the likes of the manufactured pop stars that clog up the charts, and yet Cynthia Erivo performs at a small if hugely-respected theatre in London Bridge. What's up with that, people?!

Nicola Hughes as Shug Avery (back) and Cynthia Erivo as Celie
(Photo via The Stage)
Of the rest of the cast, Sophia Nomvete as the tragic Sofia is a revelation. I won't lie, I might just have preferred her interpretation of the character to Oprah's in the movie. Her big number, "Hell No!," was undoubtedly one of my personal highlights of the evening. Nicola Hughes as Shug Avery is simply sublime and Christopher Colquhoun is a perfectly menacing Mister. Special mentions should also go to Abiona Omonua and Adebayo Bolaji in their excellent supporting roles of Nettie and Harpo, respectively.
Unfortunately, The Color Purple is only running until September 14th and is now completely sold out, but for the second time in a week, I was part of a standing ovation for an off-West End production that surely deserves a transfer. The sounds of clapping and cheering from the audience were deafening and I can't imagine that the cast don't get this kind of reaction after every performance. They certainly deserve it on the evidence that I saw.

Wednesday, 14 August 2013

Titanic: The Musical at Southwark Playhouse

Like a lot of people, I have a huge fascination with all things Titanic-related. Just last year, in fact, right before I went on a cruise myself, I made the sensible decision to read Titanic Survivor: The Memoir of Violet Jessop Stewardess. There's something about the story of it's fateful maiden voyage that still strikes fear and sadness into the heart of us even 101 years since it sank in the North Atlantic after striking an iceberg, taking with it over 1,500 poor souls.
These days when you mention Titanic, the first thing that people seem to think of is the 1997 Leonardo DiCaprio/ Kate Winslet epic and James Cameron's cringey Oscar speech in which he declared himself, like Jack does in the movie, "the king of the world." Personally, I'm not a huge fan of the film. I enjoyed it as a piece of throw-away Hollywood indulgence for sure, but I couldn't shake the feeling that it was a bit crass to reduce such a terrible human tragedy to a sappy, sentimental love story. Probably an unpopular opinion but that's how I feel.
Last year's ITV mini-series by Julian Fellowes was a little more broad and managed to incorporate a bit more of the real stories of some of the victims and survivors, but still relied too heavily on clunky love stories and artistic licence for my liking.
For my part, the most respectful, historically accurate and least sensationally exploitative drama about the Titanic tragedy is the 1958 British production, A Night to Remember, which benefited from having Titanic's fourth officer Joseph Boxhall serve as a technical advisor and from the testimony of still-living survivors.
So having established my penchant for all things Titanic, you can imagine how intrigued I was when I first heard that Southwark Playhouse were putting on a six week run of Titanic: The Musical.
Written by Peter Stone and with music and lyrics by Maury Yeston, the show debuted on Broadway in 1997 and went on to win five Tony Awards, including Best Musical. For some inexplicable reason it never made it to London's West End although there were a few small runs in York, Stevenage and Bromley, as well as in Wales, Belfast and the Republic of Ireland in the coming years. Whilst Southwark Playhouse is still not quite Shaftesbury Avenue, there are murmurings of an imminent (and long overdue) West End transfer and deservedly so.
You might think that Titanic is a somewhat sensitive subject for a big belting musical, but the beautifully touching lyrics are the saving grace of what could have been a huge misfire. Just listen to this example:

The show opens first with a scene that takes place immediately after Titanic's sinking. The villainous Ismay, the White Star Line's chairman, arrives back on dry land and is greeted by cries of "Murderer!" from the angry relatives of those lost at sea. The action then goes back to the day the ship set sail and sees the characters embarking on what they expect to be a trip of a lifetime. I will confess to having a tear in my eye when the assembled passengers and crew were stood on deck singing 'Godspeed Titanic,' little suspecting the disaster that lay ahead. In a humorous touch, one man arrives late after the ship has already set sail and bemoans his misfortune saying, "Just my luck. Story of my life."
Over the course of events we get to know and care for an abundance of characters from diverse backgrounds. There's Captain Smith, who was persuaded to see Titanic through her maiden voyage just before his planned retirement; Thomas Andrews, the architect who designed the ill-fated liner; Isidor Straus, the co-owner of the department store Macy's and his wife, Ida; the wealthy Caroline Neville, who has eloped with Charles Clarke, a man her father considers beneath her station; the wannabe social-climber Alice Beane and her husband Edgar; young Harold Bride the wireless officer; and three young Irish women all named Kate who are travelling in third class and looking forward to a new life in America.
I really can't stress enough just how brilliant the cast of Titanic: The Musical are. Their vocals are second to none and their performances splendidly observed. It's worth noting too that almost all of them play multiple roles, which is no mean feat. (The repeated costume changes backstage must be a scene of total chaos).
My second teary moment came when the three Kates and the third class passengers sang the song 'Lady's Maid,' a number in which they reveal what they hope to do when they reach the promised land of New York. "It's better in America," they repeatedly exclaim.

Andrews at his desk, going over the designs for Titanic.
It's truly impossible to single out any one star in this production but my favourite moments came first from Ismay (Simon Green), Andrews (Greg Castiglioni) and Captain Smith (Philip Rahm) when they angrily point the finger at each other during a song appropriately called, 'The Blame,' and later from Isidor (Dudley Rogers) and Ida Straus (Judith Street) in two heartbreaking scenes.
As anyone who has seen Cameron's Titanic will know, Isidor and Ida are offered a place in a lifeboat but Isidor refuses to leave the ship when there are still so many young people, women and children aboard. Ida, in turn, refuses to leave the ship without Isidor. The two retire to their cabin where a short while later, Etches, a first-class steward, offers them a bottle of champagne. "Why? To celebrate?" they ask, wryly. After Etches bids them a sad farewell, "It's been a pleasure serving you both," the Strauses reminisce about their lives together and sing the hugely emotional song, 'Still.' This may just have been my third something-in-my-eye moment of the evening.
Obviously, we are all aware of the watery grave that awaited Titanic and so many of it's passengers and crew on that freezing cold night in April 1912, but I won't spoil the individual fates of those depicted in Titanic: The Musical (minus the Strauses who surely everyone is aware of anyway). However, I must make a special mention of the poignant tribute after the show's final curtain. Once the actors have left the stage, the musicians continue to play and a list of names of all Titanic's victims is projected onto the floor and scrolls for what feels like several minutes in order to pay tribute to each and every one of the lives lost.

This show is truly an utter triumph and I, for one, would love to see it receive a West End transfer. My only hope is that the cast get to go with it if/ when that happens.

Monday, 12 August 2013

A Busy Week.

This last week has been totally action-packed and fun-filled for me, so I haven't had a chance to write a blog about each of the events I've been to. I've hardly had time to sleep, never mind write. So I'm going to do a combi-post of the past few days instead of waiting until it all builds up on me again and I have to write a huge summary post of another year!

On Wednesday I finally made it to see Monsters University. Anyone who knows me knows how much I adored Monsters Inc. I still get that lovely, fuzzy, warm feeling inside whenever I think of it, in fact. I always hoped for a sequel, especially after the fantastic Toy Story sequels, but instead we got a prequel. Just in case you've been living under a rock, I should explain that the plot basically involves a young Mike Wazowski dreaming of attending Monsters University and studying to become a scarer. If you've seen the first film you will know that Mike obviously achieves his ultimate goal but this film tells the story of how he got there. Mike's BFF in Monsters Inc., James P. "Sully" Sullivan, is actually his enemy at university and the villain of the first film, Randall Boggs, is Mike's roommate and almost BFF. I don't want to give too much of the plot away, but if you've seen the trailer then you probably already know that Mike and Sully take part in a Hunger Games style tournament as part of an attempt to win back the favour of the university's terrifying authority figure, Dean Hardscrabble (voiced by Helen Mirren).

One of the things I love most about Disney Pixar is that their sequels are usually as superb as their predecessors, (with the exception of Cars which was a good film but not up to their usual standards and yet somehow still spawned a second installment), and Monsters University now proves that they can do terrific prequels too. I loved the introduction of the new characters that formed Mike and Sully's fraternity brothers and the complete change of setting from the first film allowed for a totally different vibe meaning there was no rehash of storylines. The Monster world is maybe not as charming in a university campus but it's huge fun and there are still several of those lump-in-the-throat moments that Disney Pixar specialize in. If you loved Monsters Inc. I don't think you can fail to enjoy Monsters University, and as if you need an added incentive to see it on the big screen then the animated short, The Blue Umbrella, that accompanies the film is a real treat too.

On Thursday I experienced one of the most surreal nights of my life courtesy of Hackney Picturehouse. The Amy Grimehouse team put on an evening celebrating the total kitschfest and alleged Faye Dunaway career-killer that is Mommie Dearest.
If you haven't seen Mommie Dearest then,  first of all, shame on you, but the film is based on the book of the same name by Christina Crawford, adopted daughter of the Hollywood star and notorious diva Joan Crawford. Christina alleges that Joan was an abusive parent and the book/ film chronicle her years of torment at the hands of the woman she was made to call "Mommie Dearest." I don't think many who have seen the film would argue with me when I say that it is a total trainwreck in every way. Faye Dunaway as Joan Crawford is so hammy she may as well be in a roll with cheese, the supporting cast are as wooden as mahogany and the dialogue is stilted, cliche-ridden and unintentionally hilarious. In fact, the only person who comes out of the embarassment unscathed is the child actress playing the young Christina who gives the one credible performance in the whole mess.
Faye Dunaway credits the film with destroying her reputation as a serious actress and ruining her career. Although, I'd argue that it was her performance that achieved that for her rather than the film. (She "earned" a Razzie award for her troubles). But it's worth noting that whilst Mommie Dearest may not have been a critical hit, it has gone on to achieve a cult following as a so-bad-it's-good classic.
Billed as a "quote-scream-drink-wire-hanger-along," the Amy Grimehouse festivities included a Joan Crawford-alike competition, a performance by The Ethel Mermaids, a Christina Crawford pinata, a sing-along to the Erasure classic 'Respect' and of course, a screening of the film itself. There were also some inspired choices of tunes by the DJ - 'Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?,' 'Mama Said Knock You Out,' 'She's a Maniac,' you get the picture...

Bette Davis getting her Baby Jane on at Somerset House.
Friday saw my annual trip to Somerset House for the Summer Screen series. In a strange twist of fate after the previous night, the film I had booked to see was Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? starring none other than the real Joan Crawford. I'm not even going to waste my time rehashing the plot of the film because really, if you haven't seen it then I don't think we can be friends, but suffice it to say that seeing a creepy old flick like Baby Jane in the beautiful grounds of Somerset House was an experience in atmospheric cinema. Bette Davis in full Jane Hudson make-up singing 'I've Written a Letter to Daddy' never fails to send a whole host of emotions coursing through me, but what makes the film so much more chilling for me is knowing just how real the hatred was between Bette and Joan off-screen. No matter how good their performances are, you just can't recreate that kind of palpable tension. For anyone who is interested in learning more about the deep-seated rivalry between the two women, I really recommend Shaun Considine's Bette and Joan: The Divine Feud, which is a fascinating read, but if you can't be bothered to read a whole book about the subject then I think this note from Bette to Joan on her birthday tells you all you need to know about their relationship.

Saturday brought a trip to the London Palladium for the West End's latest revival of A Chorus Line. Something I've noticed when talking about A Chorus Line in the past is that a lot of people know a lot of the songs but have no idea that they come from the show. I'm not sure why this is, but you can't argue with the fact that the soundtrack is a definite A+. 'At the Ballet' is one of my all-time favourite songs and 'What I Did for Love' always makes me a little misty-eyed, although it's probably the finale number 'One' that is the most well-known.
A Chorus Line is a two hour show with no interval that covers a day of auditions for a group of dancers who are trying to win a part in a Broadway chorus line. Over the course of events several dancers are cut from the process, one suffers a catastrophic injury and all reveal their background stories.

Time: 1975
Place: A Broadway Theatre
What makes A Chorus Line such a heartwarming and heartbreaking piece of theatre is learning the stories of each of the dancers. Amongst the hopefuls are Sheila, an aging dancer whose mother has tried to make her the star she herself couldn't be, Paul, a gay man who has only recently come to terms with his sexuality, and Cassie, who previously enjoyed some solo success but has resorted back to the chorus after her star burned out too quickly. A Chorus Line is a story about the unsung heroes of musical theatre. The chorus is an essential part of any production and yet they are never the stars. They largely remain faceless and nameless to the audiences who save their biggest cheers for the leads. But in A Chorus Line no one character is the star, the entire cast are. Every character is as important as the next and you can't help but root for them all, yet you know that only a handful will make the final cut.
The Palladium have put on an impressive production. The show doesn't feel dated at all despite it being set in the seventies and the cast are all excellent in their roles, although particular stand-outs for me were Scarlett Strallen as Cassie and Harry Francis as Mark.
The original off-Broadway cast of A Chorus Line were, in part, the inspirations behind the show. The group were videotaped several times talking about their lives and what had led them to where they were now and these stories were used as the basis for each of their eventual characters. This is partly the reason why Kelly Bishop, who originated the role of Sheila and won a Tony award for the part, is one of my favourite actresses. (Although it does help that she was also in Gilmore Girls and Bunheads and played Baby's mother in Dirty Dancing). So here is Kelly as Sheila performing my absolute favourite 'At the Ballet.' (Strangely a verse is missed out in this video but it's not Sheila's so... *shrugs*)

Friday, 2 August 2013

Out and About: The Hunter S. / Eggs, Milk, Butter

The Hunter S.
194 Southgate Road,
London, N1 3HT.

A bar named after the late, great Hunter S. Thompson? You had me at "a bar" to be frank.
The Hunter S. is located on Southgate Road in Dalston and from the outside it looks pretty much like any other pub, but step inside and you will soon realise you aren't in Wetherspoons any more.
The interior is a strange mix of grand furniture, taxidermy and modern art. You wouldn't expect anything less from an establishment named after the author of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Prohibition style music tinkles away in the background and the whole vibe of the place put me in mind of Boardwalk Empire.
We sat at a banqueting style table on huge ornate chairs with a dramatic light centerpiece overhead. Quite something for a pub!

The menu is full of good, hearty meals - Beef Wellington, braised pork, risotto - and is reasonably priced with most of the mains priced between twelve and fifteen pounds. I opted for beer battered fish and chips, homemade mushy peas and tartar sauce priced at £12.50. I could not believe my eyes when a huge platter the size of which wouldn't have disappointed Henry VIII was placed in front of me. The chips were more like wedges they were cut so thick and they were the finest pub chips I've ever tasted. My fish was beautifully cooked and there was enough to feed me for a couple of days!

As if the whole experience wasn't surreal enough, I was amazed to find that the ladies loos had classical music playing in them, photographs of hunky men in various states of undress and some crazy artwork on display. My particular favourites were the bobble-head Sylvester Stallone and a photo that appears to show Billy Corgan from the Smashing Pumpkins inside a womb. Perfectly average, right?

But the men's urinals really are quite something and might just win the medal for the best loos in London!

The staff were uber friendly and the whole place is so spectacularly weird, I expect to become a regular visitor. Hunter S. Thompson would be proud!

Eggs Milk Butter
192 Southgate Road,
London, N1 3HU.

Eggs Milk Butter is a great new concept - coffee and comics in one place. The place is tiny but it has a lot going on. There is a small seating area and two huge bookshelves stacked with comics for you to peruse and purchase, alongside a small brunch menu.

I had the most delicious peanut butter smoothie and came away with three fab new comic books.

You could happily spend a couple of hours here browsing and it's worth noting all the cool little touches in the decor. Eggs Milk Butter also gets bonus points for friendly staff and it's proximity to the Hunter S. (Next door).

Now, for no other reason than the fact that I bought an Archies comic, lets all listen to 'Sugar, Sugar' and be happy...