We were at the Théâtre du Poche for a Chekhov double bill but seeing that there was plenty of planche on offer in the bar decided to eat early in anticipation of having eyeballs only for the football later in the evening.
We took the salad of the day and a big planche of cheese with a couple of glasses of Chablis on the side. The salad turned out mostly to be pesto-stirred pasta with a few bits of veg secreted within. Palatable but not exactly what we were looking for. The cheese on the other hand was five varieties of the runny shiznit with a generous helping of rustic bread alongside – definitely a better option. The wine was too warm.
As the room filled what had been a charming one man operation on the catering front went tits up efficiency-wise and a second helping of booze had to be consumed too rapidly before the doors opened. So my advice is order early and order amply if you want to drink at leisure.
The show was magnificent – the T du P is a bijou little theatre and the cast managed a burlesque Chekhov such as you’d be unlikely to see on a London stage, which gave it a certain bonkers charm.
6/10 (food) 8/10 (show)
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