ARTICLES
Find all of Heidi's articles on Muck Rack
The Sunday Times Style
The Men
Wearing: the North Face jacket bought after discovering this hot new thing called “walking”. Also, despite barbers being open for more than 100 days he’s still trying to pass off that Swayze mullet as “Covid hair”.
Their bio: “Looking 4 a quick jab but not from the NHS, you get me. Negative PCR test available upon request.”...
STYLE BAROMETER
Prepare yourself because what we’re about to say could have a huge impact on the smell of office canteens for the foreseeable future: tinned fish is seriously having a moment...
The Infatuation
"I'm an introvert. Where can I go for a date in London?"
For our shared morale, let’s kick this off with a list of things I have done before, after, and during dates: hidden behind a Bournemouth bird aviary. Hidden behind a tree in Hyde Park. Hidden in a Pret toilet for 28 minutes. Realised my date was quite attractive, panicked, and walked clear past them. Lied about speaking Dutch to someone who was, in fact, Dutch. Attempted to lick my own elbow as ‘banter’. Gone mute. Turned up with my friend. Panic ordered a ‘cool’ craft beer that frankly, could have been cat piss. Spoken about my pet rabbit’s likes and dislikes for over two hours. Recounted my parents’ divorce in incredibly vibrant detail. Agreed to move to Paris with a man who was high on morphine. Bragged about having ‘a large wing span’ when complimented....
​
Sit back, relax, and listen as we write ourselves out of a job.
​
There is no way to describe Noble Rot. To try and capture this charmer of a wine bar and restaurant in Bloomsbury would be like trying to describe that glorious suspended second right before you kiss someone for the first time. Mouth dry, pulse sprinting, vision kaleidoscoping to a blur of pores and eyelashes. You can try to write it down, try to explain it with hyperbole and theatrical hand gestures, but each meal at Noble Rot has the makings of a core memory. You don’t want to read about it, you need to live it...
London, I have read the room—and yes, quite a hefty portion of Twitter—and I’m sorry to say, it’s not looking good. The LOL circus has packed up and left town, along with our cosy little lockdown memes and array of faux-jolly Zoom quizzes. We’ve all had it...
​
What do you stare at 800 times a day, feel entirely lost without, and check for before you leave the house? No, not your partner. Or your child. Okay, maybe your child. But we’re talking about your phone. Your little omniscient pal that once prevented you from having to ask a passing fox for the best route to Old Street roundabout at 6am. Where would you be without it?
At Maggie Jones’s, that’s where. And you won’t even miss it...
Summer is an exceptional time of year to fall in love. Your skin is great, the sun is shining, London’s array of feral pigeons are somewhat delicately cooing in the background. Sadly, that also means that during the summer you can pretty much fall in love with anything and anyone. A bonsai tree, an apathetic lifeguard, an entirely decrepit flat whose only redeeming feature is a small suntrap communal terrace...
If Hide was a person they’d be a nightmare to live with. They’d probably have a coronary every time you left the toilet seat up. They’d clean the remote control with cotton buds every evening. They’d use their calendar for other things than remembering your pet dog’s half-birthday. And they’d definitely be one of those freaks that actually makes their bed everyday before they leave the house. Yes, living with a detail-obsessed, glorious control freak like Hide would be a lot to handle, but it’s these very traits that make it one of the best London restaurants for a seriously impressive, blow-out meal...
We would like to begin this review with a quote from one of our fathers.
​
“Wow.”
​
It was proclaimed on a Soho pavement in the middle of one of those summer days when life is a medley of sentimental joy and deodorant, as we introduced another person to the bittersweet beauty of Gelupo’s ricotta and sour cherry gelato...
​
Family meals look different to different people. For some, it means four generations, sitting around your dining table. For others, it means fighting a sibling for the remote whilst you attempt to balance microwaved soup on your lap. Or it might just mean eating pizza whilst being horizontal on your best mate’s sofa. You can’t beat that family meal feeling. And La Mia Mamma is effectively our dream family dinner, that just happens to be at a restaurant...
​
For more of Heidi's articles head to Muck Rack
You were going that way anyway. No really, you were. So they happen to live on that street, big deal, that doesn’t mean they own this part of town, right? And sure, you’ve been thinking about them. A lot. But you needed to come to Bloomsbury anyway, for that trip to The British Museum. You’re just a big fan of hieroglyphics. Always have been. But seeing as you’re here, you might as well pop in. Say hello. It would be rude not to...
In honour of International Women’s Day, we spoke to some of the most influential women in the London hospitality industry about the biggest challenges they’ve faced and—spoiler alert—how they’ve learned to overcome them. From one of London’s most beloved landladies to a breakthrough sweet treat star of lockdown, these women told us about money, casual sexism, race, motherhood, and the advice they’d give to future generations of gloriously ‘bossy’ women who want to make it in the industry...