We were to The Garden of Words at the Park Theatre and went double Japanese on it by meeting in Tenmaru, which is practically next door. I got there first and got an Asahi while I waited. The room is stripped back industrial with a smattering of Japanese inflections and soon filled up with fellow…
Oh, and I really liked the wall. Some walls are better than others.
Let's be honest, Holloway Road isn't a conventional choice for outdoor dining. Even in these ULEZ days I should think the atmosphere is only marginally healthier than a Saturday night in Thundersley Snooker Club in 1985. But it does offer a generous parade of north London life and you certainly didn't get that level of variety back in Thatcherite Essex.
The best hot sauce since Northampton makes for an excellent meal.
Cricket, art, cocktails and music in a pretty much perfect evening out in South Kensington. Oh, and excellent food.
The monotony of Green Lanes is increased and we have to eat kebab.
Seriously good Indian food at a reasonable price. And what a wine list!
And this inspired doggy art of a Mrs PigWoof lying bloody-gutted from a running over (with tennis ball pre-stomach and ready swallowed) on this side of the table, while on the other side there was a more psychedelic beast, multi-coloured and fizzing energy. We
And thanks to the waiter who then also brought us a bonus Limoncello each, which we wolfed down before going on the hunt for more random ancestor-related properties (them) and a comfortable bench in the V&A to prepare for staying awake in the cinema (me).
At 25 quid a head including service (which was excellent) Umut is the best value I've had on Green Lanes recently and well worth considering for a future post-snooker scoffage.
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