D arrived on Friday afternoon and she and W tooled around the city for a little bit while waiting for me to get off work. I think her flight was late so they got to a late start but did make it over to Fortnum and Mason so W could buy some parting gifts for his family. That night, we headed out to E&O for dinner in Notting Hill with a couple of my London friends. We had a great dinner - dim sum, etc., and shared our dishes. It was absolutely delicious, however, the one thing about dining in London that is so annoying is that your table booking is only for a certain time - you have to give up your table after about 2 hours. While that seems like a long time for dinner, when you are with a group of friends you like to linger and have post dinner drinks and catch up. They had us go to the bar at 10 which didn't offer us a ton of time to finish up and head over to the Kensington Roof Gardens before 11. The KRG are located in Kensington, owned by Richard Branson and are above a restaurant called Babylon. Apparently, they are quite beautiful and popular and having secured us on the guest list, I figured it was easy enough to get in. Wrong. When we arrived at 10:30, there were a bunch of people waiting. Like any club in the US, all you need to do is approach the very authoritative, self-important person holding a clipboard and give your name, wait for a sneer and then go in. Not the case here. Apparently, being on the guest list means squat as there was a huge line of people all on the guest list. Being the old people we are, we said "fuck that" and left.
D, W and I proceeded home and had a bottle of champagne, some wine, some cheese and took a bunch of ridiculous photos. In the end, a much better choice then spending a bunch of money on drinks for the privilege of sitting outside I suppose. Hope to get to the KRF before I leave but won't lose any sleep if I miss it. Frankly, do I really want to go somewhere with a stupid long queue?
1 comment:
nice gams, tra!
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