Feeling a little peckish after a Sunday stroll down the South Bank, i followed my nose towards the yummy smells at the back of the Royal Festival Hall. There, like a mirage, a cluster of the cutest looking food stalls greeted me, offering too much choice for someone in my stage of hunger (the more hungry i become the less capable of i am of making decisions!). Pulled pork, fish tacos, churros, oh man what to do?! But with eyes bigger than my belly, this visual treat of a stall had me hooked before i even saw the menu...
