On Friday evening, Victoria, aka my boyfriend, and I went out on a hot date to Hakkasan, a Michelin-starred Chinese resto in the heart of Fitzrovia. Of course we didn't eat, but gussied up for a splurge on fancy drinks at the underwater-esque bar. At £9.50 a pop, the martini I ordered better have been the best I've ever tasted...and lo, it was. Pineapple juice, fresh-crushed ginger and basil/cilantro foam. Waow. Their menu looked impressive, and we kept hoping in vain that some businessmen with holes burning in their pockets would invite us to dine with them -- the £280 appetizer looked particularly alluring. Instead, a seemingly coked-out Scot chatted us up, quoted a Pulp Fiction scene at length, and then blustered on his merry way with his Aussie friends.
Then we headed to Bourne & Hollingsworth, my favourite bar in London. It's decorated like your grandma's living room, wallpaper and candles in tea cups. Their DJ was overly excited about each record he spun, climbing up on the chair and waving his hands in the air like he
just didn't care. Witness:
Loved him. Clearly the fellow in front of me was also a fan.
2 comments:
that's a bar?! that truly looks like somebody's living room. i would like a drink there. :)
Somehow visiting Grams never made me want to toss a few back. The DJ looks out of place. What type of crowd do they attrack?
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