Isle of Man Candy











It's Bank Holiday Weekend, and Islanders are starting to think about summer hols. Italy invites. Sicily summons. Tuscany tempts. But July seems sooooooo far away. 

In the meantime, we head to Paparazzi on the Douglas Promenade for the best pizza in town.  Its bright, bustling atmosphere is just right for a Saturday night out. We have drinks in the roomy upstairs lounge full of shiny, happy people out on the town (But really ladies, it's only 13 degrees…cover up!) 

Then we move downstairs to cheery, dining room that harkens back to the Italian eateries of the 50s.  Italian waiters rush about, promptly bringing drinks, starters and bread.  They quickly whisk away dishes to make room for the glorious pizzas! 

I'd say skip the starters; they are not that remarkable.  My four skimpy "jumbo" prawns are definitely not worth a fiver.  Same goes for the bloke's deep fried calamari.  But the pizzas…they are to die for!  Thin crust with a great selection of toppings. They are fresh, tasty and, at around £8 each, we'll come back often.  Mine has chicken and asparagus…yum yum yum.  His has an egg and three kinds of sausage.  We quickly scarf the lot.  Soz, no room for dessert, but the menu looks good with all the traditional Italian faves…tiramisu, gelato, cheesecake and choccy mousse.  Next time we'll deffo skip the starter to make room for puds. 



{J f, 2006}   A man called Alice

Glam rock…that's soooo last century right?  Wrong!  The glam rock revival of 2006 is taking off from the Sunset Strip with Mickey Avalon touching down with Transfusion M in New Jersey and Louis XiV in Portsmouth. Love love love it!  But to really, really 'get it' you gotta go back to glam's roots,  and where do we go for that?  Right here in the Isle of Man on June 1st.

That when all us Billion Dollar Babies will flock to the Villa Marina to commune with the legend that is ALICE COOPER.  You'll  Love It to Death and get a Fist Full of Alice. You can rock out with your Mum & Dad….or glam up so no one recognises you….either way it'll be a blast.

Tickets are on sale today; now where did I leave my sequined platform boots?



And if that means 'boozey lunch day' head straight down to C'est la vie on Victoria Street in Douglas.  The sunshine pours in the open French doors as the punters lounge on comfy sofas pouring amber elixirs down their thirsty throats.  Bankers in shirtsleeves, brokers in Tees…spring is finally here. Sigh. We arrive just before one o'clock and head straight upstairs for the best view of the gorgeous barmen to watch them ply their trade (are they all from central casting?)  Chilled chardonnay is served in near pint-sized glasses.  Bliss. Food arrives…bagettes all round…carby delights.  Thai fish cakes are nice for lighter appetites.  We eat. We drink. We make merry.  A one-hour lunch becomes almost two…time to head back to work. For a Friday lunchtime… C'est la vie, c'est parfait!.



And if that means 'boozey lunch day' head straight down to C'est la vie on Victoria Street in Douglas.  The sunshine pours in the open French doors as the punters lounge on comfy sofas pouring amber elixirs down their thirsty throats.  Bankers in shirtsleeves, brokers in Tees…spring is finally here. Sigh. We arrive just before one o'clock and head straight upstairs for the best view of the gorgeous barmen to watch them ply their trade (are they all from central casting?)  Chilled chardonnay is served in near pint-sized glasses.  Bliss. Food arrives…bagettes all round…carby delights.  Thai fish cakes are nice for lighter appetites.  We eat. We drink. We make merry.  A one-hour lunch becomes almost two…time to head back to work. For a Friday lunchtime… C'est la vie, c'est parfait!.



{J f, 2006}   Hello world!

My name is Candy and I'm sweet and sometimes sassy.  I'm clever, unpredictable and totally in-the-know about what's hot, new and undiscovered in the Isle of Man.  I love fashion, know the best places to go and the funnest things to do. And I'm blogging about it all.



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