boozy brunch

blessed to have good friends in londontown, fellow sg transplants who have found their way over about the same time we did. well, M, anyway :) K is an old friend and part of the inner circ in sg, have fond memories of him counting teeth (literally) in the law library while i was in the throes of first year, and he's been a constant part of our life. one of the few friends who came all the way to iceland to be with us as we tied the knot. the mister and i both tried to claim his as 'ours' but he remained in joint custody. so needless to say we were thrilled when he moved to london to do a masters in orthodontics, super accelerated after having worked in sg for a year (?) when most of his classmates had years of experience under their dental scrubs. and the irony is despite living in the same city, we're hardly around at the same time.  

it was great to pencil in date a few weeks in advance and finally catch up at the very ambitious time of 11am on a sunday. the two singletons obviously having much wilder saturday nights than we did! our first choice only opened at noon so we went where M hosted her birthday brunch and were really impressed. M has amazing taste so it's no surprise there. lovely interiors, felt like a grown up NY apartment which was probably the aesthetic they were going for, and excellent food. we were too early for the sunday roast but too hungry to wait so settled for the next greasiest thing on the menu (steak and eggs!). 

funny story there - K's came with two sunny side ups as per menu instructions but the mister and i had one each! asked the waitress whether we'd angered her / the chef in some way (haha) or just not been charming enough because K has his way with women when he turns it on. we did eventually get our eggs (hmph!) then they'd the cheek to charge (???!) so we quibbled that, and M's side of bacon never arrived but we were charged for that too. always check your bill, people! and then it took a good 20min to get the corrected bill and the card machine almost never arrived. little things like that i felt they could be better about, and slightly snotty service like the bartender (i think he was!) sniffing, 'i don't take orders, let me get a waiter' which really wasn't nice. and the wine was rubbish but that's K's fault for being a cheapo alkie and wanting the cheapest white. ugh. now i've nothing against cheap but it has to be good value and this wasn't.