Butter Tarts & Rebels June 2026

Taste of London 2026

17 June 2026

Before We Arrive: Taste of London, Chosen by Name

Before we arrive at Taste of London, we have already begun.

Not with menus. Not with rankings. Not with a cold plan. But with coffee, the Blue Door open, a notebook on the table, and a list of names chosen by instinct.

We decided not to look too deeply at the menus. Not yet. We wanted to leave room for surprise, for smell, for queues, for colour, for the kind of decision that happens when food is in front of you and the day starts speaking. So we looked at the restaurant names. One by one.

Some called us because they sounded warm. Some because they sounded elegant. Some because they promised hands-food, comfort, spice, theatre, or danger. Some because butter bean quietly placed them in the backup corner with no pressure, obviously.

This is part of the story too. The preparation before the event. The curiosity. The little research. The laughter. The handwritten list. The way an outing becomes ours before we even leave the flat.

Because we are not going only to eat. We are going to witness. To taste. To notice. To laugh. To be surprised. To honour the work behind the plate.

And this morning, before the workday began, Taste of London was already here with us — open on the screen, written in our notebook, waiting at the edge of the table like a promise.