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123 Shoreditch High Street, London E1 6JE
Sara Feenan
am 22.06.2009
Haven’t got much to add from the other 2 reviews really, apart from that I disagree with animalgirl - the food was vile!!
All in all, not too bad a place, not a bad atmosphere and no more pricey than anywhere else in Old street. Don’t eat there though!
Bleurgh
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9 - 11 Folgate Street, Spitalfields, London E1 6BX
Sara Feenan
am 22.06.2009
I’ve given it a '2’ in price because, while it is very pricey (about £13 for a roast dinner!) it is absolutely delicious!
I took my sister here for her 15th birthday so didn’t want to make a fuss when they charged me for the food, but, in fairness, I didn’t really mind by the time I finished eating it. Large portions, succulent meat and wonderful stuffing along with all the sexy trimmings!
Next time I’ll stick to tap water though ;-)
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126 Shoreditch High Street, Shoreditch, London E1 6JE
Sara Feenan
am 22.06.2009
Tasty food, good selection of drinks, not badly priced (especially during happy hour), sports on the two TV screens upstairs and downstairs (not really my cup of tea, but it is a sports bar… so what’cha gonna do?).
I also love the decoration in here, it’s a mixture of American Diner and School, withthe menus in the style of school 'jotters’ and retro desks.
I’ve heard the terms 'sausage fest’ being used to describe the male/female ratios in here before so if you’re a straight guy looking to pull, it might not be for you. Unless you want to check out the monthly singles night!
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134-135 Shoreditch High Street,, Shoreditch,, London E1 6JE
Sara Feenan
am 22.06.2009
I went to Juno for some food the other day. Was quite tasty and reasonably priced.
I love the decoration in this bar, the artwork across the walls really fits with the area of town an the TV makes for relaxing Sunday. Chilling out on one of the huge chesterfields with a paper is a treat.
The barmaif, while not rude, was quite possibly the sullenest barmaid I have yet to encounter, however!
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Unit 1&2 Riverside Level 1, The South Bank Centre, London SE1 8XX
Sara Feenan
am 22.06.2009
Not overly impressed, to be honest.
One of those cheeky chains that will ride on their brand rather than trying to create a good experience every time for each customer.
The food’s alright, usual giraffe menu, nothing amazing and verging on being over-priced.
The wine I was recommended tasted like nail varnish remover. Which was a shame, really, as I needed something to wash down the dry wedges, which, might I add, were not what I ordered, but they 'forgot’ to tell me they had run out of my first choice. Cheers.
Not only that, but they do that sneaky thing where they very kindly add themselves on an 'optional’ 12.5% service charge.
I opted to remove that and just pay the bill.
Ducks to avoid flying insults
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132 Brick Lane, London E1 6RU
Sara Feenan
am 22.06.2009
Brick Lane is the most popular place in East London for curries. Every step taken down the Street is littered with PR types begging you to come in and taste their wares; offering 'discount’ off the menu (the menu already shows the price with the discount, so not particularly exclusive!) but this isn’t to say that their food is any good. (although some is)
Aladins. What a diamond in the rough. You’d be forgiven for thinking it was crap, mainly because it looks crap. But once you step inside and are greeted by the warm, friendly staff and the fragrances reach your nose all will become clear.
The decor and lighting have a lot to be desired, but the food is divine. Tender meat, beautiful spices and perfectly sized portions. Fresh Naan and lovely rice are great accompaniments as well as the extra tasty lime pickle (to be taken with poppadoms, of course!).
Oh yeah, and it’s bring your own booze. Get in!
333 Goswell Road, Islington, London EC1V 7DG
Sara Feenan
am 11.06.2009
Great gym with a huge pool and spa area, wide varity of classes and helpful staff.
That’s not to say that members are any good, though. A few pervs in the spa area and imbeciles that leave the treadmill on after they have finished their go (not to mention the imbeciles that don’t check to see whether the treadmill is still on before hopping on it, only to fall flat on their face in gym rush hour. Ahem. Lesson learnt)
But, idiocy aside, I have found this to be a really good gym and well worth the ££ to go there.
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10-11 Lancashire Court, New Bond Street, London W1S 1EY
Sara Feenan
am 11.06.2009
Downstairs is a cute little bar with great cocktails, chilled out music and beautiful decor! Relaxing in those huge, baroque seats after a hard day’s work doesn;t go amiss! The cocktails are about £8 each or something, so not great if you’re looking for a 'credit crunch’ night out, but they are delicious. 'Swings and roundabouts’, as they say!
We then ate in the restaurant upstairs which, although the lighting was slightly too bright for my taste, had ab.so.lute.ly gorgeous food. I had the duck and my dinner guest had the lamb. Both were divine. Attentive waiting staff, extremely clean restarant area and bathrooms and to-die-for food made for a great evening! (Although I would have rather had the champagne at the table rather that where they kept it at the bar so I can top myself up as and when, know what I mean?)
I really want to eat at the Chef’s table, check out the website it looks fantastic! (Hint hint, if you’re reading this, Chef ;-) )
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47 Villiers Street, Charing Cross, London WC2N 6NE
Sara Feenan
am 11.06.2009
I went here for a catch up with friends on a Sunday lunchtime. It’s a lovely little bar that used to be used as a Bomb Shelter in the war, and it shows!
It has incredibly low ceilings and a real 'cave’ feel to it (including a slight smell of damp!)
There is a vast array of wines and ports on the menu to suit all wallet weights.
I’ve heard great things about the cheeseboard, too!
The one thing I would say: we went in to have a quick look before lunch with the intention to come back later. There was a 'servery’ with Roast Dinners which was still there when we came back after our lunch elsewhere. So if you plan to go for a Roast it may be a good idea to go at the beginning of the session, as you don’t know how long the same bit of food has been sitting there under those lights!
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137 Commercial Street, Spitalfields, London E1 6BJ
Sara Feenan
am 08.06.2009
Everyone has their own technique when completing a ‘hair-cut’ task. Mine, I have recently discovered, is a bit haphazard. After traipsing round Spittlefields Market one rainy Sunday for 2 hours; short ‘one appointment’ and long ‘suede shoes’ (now wet) I could not understand why, when I wanted my hair cut immediately, every single hair-dresser was suggesting times next week.
Several times repeating the same scenario (ending in me not getting a hair cut) left me despondent and alone in the rain; my split ends weighing heavy in my heart. As I started the journey home, a sole beacon of light appeared on the horizon. A mirage. It looked like a bar, but was called ‘Taylor Taylor’. Being a big fan of puns, I put 2 and 2 together… Could it be…?
It was. I entered and, for the hundredth time that day asked the soul-searching question: “Can someone cut my hair please, like, now?” Military-style negotiations resulted in a ten minute wait, which would, I was about to find out, work in my favour.
The receptionist made his way over to the bar in the centre of the foyer and nodded at me.
Would I like a drink?
Yes.
Would I like a champagne cocktail?
Hell, yes.
Booze grasped tightly in my hands, I peered out of the window at the passers by in the rain and waited for my cue.
I was summoned by a stranger to come over to the stairs. I could sense it was about to begin. Nic* was my hairdresser. Lovely, handsome, Italian Nic. We descended to the basement, away from prying eyes, and he sat me down gently. Nic looked (via the mirror) deep into my eyes, and asked:
“How would you like it done?”
Overwhelmed, I broke our gaze and mumbled something about perhaps a fringe, stuttering that he was the professional so I was at his mercy, meanwhile wondering if I was flexible enough kick myself in the back of the head and, if so, would that be the right action to take.
He lightly touched my hair, stroking it and letting in run through his fingers. I could feel myself relax as he lifted up a section of my hair and draped it over my face in an attempt to emulate a fringe.
“Yeah, that should be fine” he murmured in his lilting voice.
At this point I was nervous: I could feel the butterflies in my stomach; the jolt of electricity every time his fingers brushed lightly against my cheek. Sparks were flying. The apprehension was almost too much. We were about to throw all caution to the wind and embark on the journey together. Was it sensible? I mean, I hardly knew this guy (lovely, handsome, Italian Nic). Was it the right thing to do? Not least of the worries currently nagging in my mind was the thought that his fringe impersonation, perhaps, looked a bit shit.
The champagne part of my brain drowned out my attempts to be all British and, safe in the company of Nic, I bravely said:
“Yeah, let’s do it. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Committed to this now, in body and in soul, I walked over to the sinks and took my place in the golden room with dim lights and relaxing music. I couldn’t take my mind of Nic and what he was going to do. I could barely concentrate on the polite holiday conversation going on around me.
With clean hair and dressed only in a towel-turban (in addition to the outfit I was wearing before), I bashfully stepped back into the salon. Catching Nic’s eye, I made my way over to the chair. He slowly sat my down and reached into his belt for his tool.
The pair of scissors made their first cut. My eyes were transfixed on them, snipping faster than I thought I could handle.. Nic was gentle but firm. Nothing came in between us and, in that moment, I felt safe with him. He had the demeanour of a man that had done this a thousand times before, but rather than feeling like I was paying for his service, he made me feel special. I could see in his eyes he enjoyed it as much as I did.
I was in agreement with Nic’s suggestion of a climactic blow-dry and by the time we had reached the end of it I was exhilarated. Nic asked me if I was satisfied. Speechless, I nodded, much to his enjoyment. He smiled, not breaking eye contact (through the mirror) he stroked my hair again, almost as if he were admiring his handiwork. I wasn’t ready to move so I remained seated and enjoyed being in the moment listening to Nic whisper into my ear phrases such as:
“You have really swingy hair”
and
“Do you want to buy any product”
Eventually it was time to leave. I collected my belongings and slowly made my way to the door, sipping on the remaining champagne and making small talk. As I ascended the stairs I knew the memories of this would stay with me for a very long time. In a dream-like state I paid the receptionist and thanked him for his help.
Just as I was leaving I heard someone call “Sara”
I looked round expectantly and saw Nic approaching me. He slipped me his card into my hand and said to me:
“Please come back in 6 weeks for a trim”
I knew what he meant. When you share something like that together it creates a deep, lasting bond and he didn’t need to say out loud what I knew he felt in his heart.
*(names have been changed to protect the innocent).
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