Once a month, something very British and borderline sacred takes place in Mill Valley, a picturesque enclave nestled at the foot of Mount Tamalpais, just north of the Golden Gate Bridge, that’s equal parts gorgeous hiking trails, overpriced oat milk, and people who talk to their dogs like toddlers.
Great article - thank you! I was right there with you guys and only wished you lived here in North Carolina, I miss British culture and I'd murder a monthly curry club with a huge side of sarcasm 😊
Although I can do southern sarcasm with the witty Southern belles I know, I would be completely lost at one of your gatherings😊
It's been bloody hot as bollucks in London this weekend, and I'm nearly sweaty enough to want to trade it for a faffing Prabh curry with you in MV.
You are all in London?? I am jelly! When are you coming back here?
Brilliantly hilarious, anti-quaintly original in a totally Josephine way. (God, I hate curry and chutney.)
Well, isn’t it lucky you aren’t invited! I 💜💜💜💜 a good curry!
Great article - thank you! I was right there with you guys and only wished you lived here in North Carolina, I miss British culture and I'd murder a monthly curry club with a huge side of sarcasm 😊