A quick family meal before an aborted trip to view the Banshee of Inish-thing dinner at Sophie’s turned out to be the highlight of the evening (Marseilles, disappointingly, failing to beat Spurs later on). It’s a simple enough offer but that’s what we wanted. A better than usual salad went alongside a shared Calabria pizza…
Quiet early on the room soon filled up with sophisticates either dining or taking yummy looking cocktails. It was expensive but excellence is worth paying for. Somewhere to go back to for a treat every now and again.
A curious one. We intended to go to the Winslow Homer exhib at the National so we thought trying out their rebooted eatery opposite St Martin’s afterwards would be a good idea. I had a bit of time to kill before meeting at the show so thought I’d pop in for a glass of wine…
The kind of place feel loath to review because I want it just for me.
The previous Prom I'd seen this summer was the Death Prom where we Londoners were assured that should we attempt to take a trip to a concert we would either be fried by the merciless rays of our nearest star or asphyxiated by the ferocious heat of our subterranean network.
At just over a tenner this was a gut-busting feast of flavour that powered through to the end of the evening's Prom of RVW. Definitely one to which to go back to.
Credit to the guy on the grill who we could see toiling away at the back of the room - he did the beef to perfection.
Cruel Comedy, a double bill of short plays by Octave Mirbeau will be playing at the Great Northern Railway Tavern on Friday 8th July at 6 p.m., on Saturday 9th July at 2 p.m. and 6 p.m., and on Sunday 10th July at 6 p.m.
Having forgotten to take a picture of Bar Pepito a search for images for 'Pepito' brought back savage memories of childhood boredom watching mystifying variety acts on Saturday night television when I stumbled across Pepito Alvarez, juggling superstar.
Cruel Comedy is a double bill of short plays by the French anarchist writer Octave Mirbeau from his set of Farces et Moralités, first published in 1904. Mirbeau was a pretty savage critic of the society in which he wallowed and I hope I've carried through some of the anger and incredulity that informs Interview, a satire on the press of his day which we've updated to be a take on social media as Snoop. Les Amants - which I've translated as Lovers - is on the other hand a satire on the personal rather than the public.
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