London withdrawl symptoms

Two weeks ago I reluctantly and obligingly turned up at Bournemouth to carry on with college for the next three months. As I walk around the streets of uniform Indian takeaways and Italian restaurants, I can’t help pining for the pork and prawn buns in Chinatown, yearning for a juicy steak from Gaucho, and longing for the Brazilian cheese bread in Canela. I go off into a dream like trance starring at nothing in particular and craving a prawn phad thai from Dim T.
Just as I was about to hit a sort of food rock bottom, I found a place that is (dare I say it?) just as good as all my London regulars.
Boscanova- located at the entrance to the scummy and run down capsule of vileness that is Boscomb high street, Boscanova is miraculously delightful. Serving rich coffee, fresh smoothies, stacks of Canadian pancakes, Middle Eastern food and Mexican food (sounds like a bizarre mix but it honestly isn’t) in a laid back bohemian beach shack style cafe.
On my last visit I arrived with my friend from college and we ordered hot honey, lemon and ginger which warmed us up a treat. I then decided to go for the confusingly named “Shh Shh Shish with Zatar” simply because I didn’t quite understand any of the components described on the dish description (brochette, zatar and succotash anyone?) and I was intrigued.
When it turned up at my table it was a big platter of flavoursome grilled sweet potato and haloumi skewers, very fresh tomato and red onion salsa, tasty tabouleh salad, warm flatbread and stuffed olives. It was all so yummy that I devoured it in a matter of minutes. After sitting back for a couple of minutes and assessing if I could fit any more in my tummy, I concluded that I must (for the sake of research you understand).
My friend and I decided that we would get a cake as per the enticing recommendation of a little sign on their wall proudly boasting “we have lovely cakes”. Once this was resolved, I was so eager to get up and choose my cake that I gracefully knocked over my chair in the process. We tried to refrain from pressing our greedy little faces up against the glass as we stared at the baked goods.
I chose a slice of banana loaf and my friend had the carrot and walnut cake. The banana cake had been toasted in a Panini toaster and served with a little pot of cinnamon-sprinkled butter which I wasted no time in thickly spreading onto the hot cake. I can honestly say that it was the nicest banana loaf I have had (banana loaf is my favourite cake and I have eaten more of it than any normal person should). It was moist, chewy and just plain yummy. I also managed to persuade my friend to part with a piece of her carrot cake which was very Moorish and had a generous covering of cream cheese icing. We left with full and bellies and lived happily ever after.