Kiera is a Junior Editor at DesignMyNight, where she
helps us cover the latest in UK food, drink and culture. With a BA
in journalism and time spent at both the Sunday Times and Marie
Claire, she brings a sharp and keen eye to uncovering the city's
hidden gems.
Our city is full of fantastic restaurants slinging out cuisine from across
the globe, and of course Middle Eastern is no exception. Here,
you’ll find award-winning Anatolian hotspots, sumptuous steakhouses...
While The Great British Pottery
Throwdown has more people wanting to get their hands
dirty, crafty activities have always been a fantastic social
pastime with friends; there’s nothing more satisfying than simply...
There I was, on a Tuesday evening, eating arancini a couple of floors above an ex-prison cell of a former Victorian police station that these days exists as a sultry...
Walking up the extravagant stone steps of the five-star hotel, which featured on the Five Star Kitchen: Britain's Next Great Chef, I pretended I was heading onto the TV show,...
Moorgate is typically an area I tend to walk
through at a fast pace on my way to obtain bao buns from Spitalfields Market. Yet one Saturday afternoon, I found...
Fancy a kebab? Then you're donner
love this one. If you look around you'll find that
among this city's quirky streets, there's an array of
international eateries slinging out the silkiest houmous...
Wandering through the labyrinth that is Canary Wharf, I was on my way to meet my friend
for dinner at Feels Like June when, quite clearly,
the weather looked like...
"Canary Wharf is the epitome of a concrete
jungle, scratch that, a concrete maze," I thought as I cut
through contemporary art installations, swivelling around shopping
centres and bars before eventually...
I’ve only ever frequented Knightsbridge to wander around Harrods, gawp at the food hall and then leave. So, to venture into the wealthy area for dinner seemed alien yet incredibly...
I knew Alley Cats was the hot new kid on the block before I stepped foot through its glass doors; as a self-confessed pizza addict, I have my finger on...
Hopping off the circle line at Baker Street and walking up past Chiltern Firehouse, the fancy end of London is quiet for a Tuesday night. I’m on my way to...
