gipsy hill HQ.
Before I visited Berlin last winter, I made a weekend visit to London, where, with the help of her partner Al, I surprised Lupe for her birthday. She and Al returned the favour by making me a weekend’s worth of spectacular eats, including a mushroom and ale pie that I still think about, especially right now, as the weather’s turning a bit cooler and all I’ve got on the brain are oven-y casseroles. Lupe and Al, perched in their great flat down in Gipsy Hill, in SE London, were the greatest of hosts, showing me around a more outlying part of London that I’d never explored before, on an unusually springlike February weekend, and treating me to one of Al’s band’s shows over in Camden Town. But it’s the two of them, conferring back in their Gipsy Hill kitchen, that I remember the most.
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