sorry for the grainy photos - the price of being in a dim basement so hip it hurt. it really was so dark i needed to hold the bannister to stop from tripping over my own feet. and they played this awful umchik umchik music really loud. which meant we'd to yell to be heard. defo a no go if you intend to have deep meaningful conversation. maybe that's the plan - if you really wanted to talk to someone, you wouldn't take them there... we'd the 12 course degustation and only snapped a few photos. at the end, we revealed our totally uncool selves by requesting tea after the meal. i mean, it's a restaurant for crying out loud. some pride please! but it was the waiter who almost cried when we asked for tea. he tried to hardsell us cocktails (YEAH. RIGHT.) and kinda stormed off in a huff when we insisted on tea. at first he relented and said they'd white, green or black tea. then came back and said they'd only breakfast tea or earl grey. by which time we were well and truly put off and asked for the bill.
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