by Flic Luxmoore | Wednesday, August 14, 2013 | Street Food, Street Food Theory, The Business of Catering
The process of tendering. I have to admit I’m not a fan, even though it works in our favour some of the time. The organiser gives asks you to tender an amount that you would like to pay to serve at an event, collects these together and then uses their magic...
by Flic Luxmoore | Wednesday, July 31, 2013 | Street Food, The Business of Catering
This weekend was Global Gathering. At 50,000 visitors officially our biggest festival so far. There are road closures, the traffic grinds to a standstill all around it. Stepping through the gates you enter a bubble of dance music (with your hands in the air like...
by Flic Luxmoore | Wednesday, July 3, 2013 | Street Food, The Business of Catering
On Monday I had my final day of real work. I washed out my mug, sat through the uncomfortable if well-meant goodbye cake and went to the pub afterwards to demolish the three drinks required to make me verbose and smiley. The following day was then my first day off...
by Flic Luxmoore | Wednesday, May 29, 2013 | The Business of Catering
Today, on this most gorgeously drizzly day, I turn an entire year older. To celebrate we went to visit Warwick University and trade on the Piazza near the Union. As we have always suspected students have a strange affinity for toasties, and they left us with a...
by Flic Luxmoore | Wednesday, May 15, 2013 | Street Food, Street Food Theory, The Business of Catering
Today we were at the Farmer’s Market in New Street again, watching the rain and serving a sudden rush of lamb toasties. It led to some thinking, some tea and a hypothesis. Our best selling toastie is the ham and cheese. When we first started toasting it...
by Flic Luxmoore | Sunday, April 28, 2013 | The Business of Catering
Things have been crazy over the last week. To say the phone has been ringing off the hook would be inaccurate, what with it being a mobile, but there has been a lot going on. So much so that this week’s post is about me extracting myself from the Jabberwocky...