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Apparently Brat is An Address. So why were we there? To celebrate, that’s why. To celebrate a friend’s new lease of life and to test that lease to near destruction.

Starting with BRAT. (Sorry.)

Up some stairs you go to a busy room where you’re elbow to elbow with fellow diners. It being a week or two ago, specific memories are vague except that I had a delicious pigeon (complete with claw) followed by mallard. Yes, I was eating like a UKIP-baiting legend by sustaining myself through parklife.

With that? Errr, chips? Probly. Everything cooked on a big grill at the end of the room. Thankfully I couldn’t see it as I prefer serenity to macho labour-boasting. I just stared into Tariq’s eyes as I munched my delicious parklife.

Wine? Yes. Something red and Greek then something red and Italian. All good. Dessert? No, the service was slow and they missed out.

It’s not cheap at BRAT, especially as you’re literally elbow to elbow with a couple of Chinese influencers so I wouldn’t go back. But I’m glad I went, just to see how that kind of person lives. And to show them how pseudo-sophisticated old guys roll.

7/10

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