Posted by pop at Nov 6, 07 11:51 PM
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Ok, we were invited there for a pre-gig dinner before heading over to the Royal Festival Hall for a spot of something musical (as in 'a band', not...'Annie'). This place does have the worst restaurant name I have ever heard ('Rolled Steel Joists' anyone?) and possibly the crummiest website I have seen in years (or at since about the time period when I thought AOL was the internet), but don't judge it on either of those things people, because you'll be making a mistake.
RSJ, so called because it is a coverted barn and the owners thought it would be amusing or whatever to name it that, is a fine specimen of a restaurant. As you can imagine the building inside is slightly odd - lots of steep stairs and alcoves and toilets deep in the basement. Just looking at their menu will give you an indication of what loveliness lies within. We were served by a very knowledgeable french lady, who I struggled to comprehend to some extent.
picture courtesy of the RSJ
This again will teach me not to leave blogging until at least a month after the event, as it seems that they change the menu and I fail to recall exactly what it was I had, though it may well have been risotto. Husb rather predictably went for some form of pesky poisson, as he is banned from cooking fish or dismantling crustacea in my home. He has rights, but I don't think that contravenes his human rights, so I'll stick with it.
Posted by pop at Oct 28, 07 04:04 PM
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I'm still catching up with this blog, and realised that I haven't covered a trip to Ozer on Regent's Street earlier in the summer.
After K's hen do (swinging from the trees at 'Go Ape' Bracknell), the hens went up to London for dinner. The restaurant was bustling, dark and cosy - people were pleased to be there.
Take a look at the starter many of us chose:-
Great place and as I often say...go there!
Posted by pop at Oct 28, 07 03:19 PM
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On Friday night I was very happy in the knowledge that I was meeting the husb near his work and dining out - I needed a glass of wine to subdue the work-related tension. We were off to experience some Syrian food. On arrival at Abu Zaad it was quiet and we got a window table. Husb recommended a house juice, which I'd normally go for, but I searched for the wine...until I realised that this was of course (blatently!) not the sort of place that serves alcohol.
The Abu Zaad feels like an oasis as we look out onto the Uxbridge Road at the various money lending shops and the Costcutter. The service was excellent and as the restaurant filled, it was clear it attracted a range of people - families (and babies) included.
To drink....
Me: Melon Juice (though it turned out to be Mango - still good though)
Husb: Lemon and Mint (fantastic green colour!)
Starters/Mains...
Tabbouleh, Hommos, parcels of spinach and pine nuts, halloumi cheese (all gorgeous)
Me: Chicken Kafta in flat bread ('sandwich')
Husb: Sausage in flat bread (with requested chilli sauce)
Dessert...
Assorted baklawa (cashew and pistachio nut) with a pot of Arabic tea (morrocan mint)
All for something silly like £26!! The food was so good, I forgot my urge for alcohol. I really like this place.
Go there, but your husband may tell you to put away your ipod nano hanging around your neck as you walk around White City/The Bush...for this ain't South Ken you know!
Posted by pop at Sep 1, 07 11:17 PM
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Ok, so by now you can tell that I am making up for lost time, not providing you with details and being all together a rather lame blogger...sorry.
Limon is so nice! Its a shish and mezze restaurant with an open kitchen and excellent service. The menu is slightly unusual and it is easy to over-order if you aren't careful (it all seems so cheap!) Homous, haloumi cheese, rice, salad, lots of lovely vegetable dishes all of which I can't manage to detail right is virtually or literally healthy (perhaps not some of their slightly odd sausages though - don't go for a sausagy-shish). Food aside they do some lovely berry flavoured smoothies to improve on your five-a-day intake.
The place always seems to be buzzing, but you don't need to wait around for your food to arrive. If you are ever in Wimbledon and need relatively quick/easy casual grub, chow down at the Limon.
Posted by pop at Aug 3, 07 06:50 PM
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Pret has been my reliable lunch friend (I have no real lunch friends) for a few months since moving to S. Ken to work. We've had our ups and downs (mostly ups) but at least I know (or I think I know):-
* that the food is fresh and not badly treated (no beaten lettuces or flogged duck breast)
* that I'm not giving my money to flaming Tescos, who I mildly detest (but still use occasionally - how pathetic am I?)
* that I can get my food and pay for it within about 20 seconds
* that it gets me out of my office and gives my pins some exercise (p.s. pins is probably not the right word for them)
That being said, I did have the urge to complain when a friendly server started putting my sandwich and drink into a big plastic Pret bag, and I said,"don't worry I don't need a bag" (how bloody green am I?) and he left the food in there and told me that I "could always throw the bag away"...tosser.
This lightly enraged me and I complained via the Pret website after checking their environmental policy and knowing that that looser was not being a good Pret employee, I chose the option to not be grovelled to and let them sort it out".
Well, its seems to have worked, not once since then have I been forced to take another plastic bag.
Posted by pop at Aug 14, 05 11:28 PM
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Desperados is a cosy inviting tex-mex affair. I guess that if you found yourself in that area (I haven't before now) it'd be a handy little place to get a decent meal.
Picture this: 70s theme Hen Party (many were heading off to Carwash after the meal, glitter, headscarves, blinding swirling patterns mixed with Tequila, Sambuca, Long Island Tea, and Sex on the Beach etc.. (some fool left the jugs of LIT down my end of the table!).
Service: fast, considering there was about 16 of us, waiters perhaps not the most patient, but a table of 16 must be complicated for them
Presentation: good stuff
Quality: meat was looking fine, big tick!
Ambience: like I said: cosy:)
