So many events postponed and cancelled before Christmas. Then Janie and I spent the Christmas period doing Crisis and stuff. Then, just around the time I was supposed to start doing nice stuff again, towards the end of January, I went down with the mildest of mild doses of Covid, requiring me to isolate again and cancel out my social engagements.
I was really looking forward to seeing John for the evening. He had chosen a new restaurant that has had rave reviews: Zahter. It read and sounded wonderful. Here’s a link to the website.
But so used to cancelation had I become, that, around 16:30, rather than simply looking forward to spending the evening with John, I became convinced that John would call any second to cancel the evening.
But no cancelation call was forthcoming so I off I set to Foubert’s Place; a location I hadn’t visited in years…OK, I’ve barely visited any Central London locations in years…but in the matter of this location, many, many years.
Here is a scrape of the menu the night we went.
The service was excellent – explaining the menu – from which we chose a selection of cold and hot mezes to share, rather than choosing any main dishes.
We tried:
- Atom – a chilli yoghurt dip – a bit spicy for my taste these days;
- Fava – a broadbean based dip very much to my taste;
- Karides Guvec – tiger prawns in garlic butter;
- Manti – meatballs which they kindly did for us without the walnuts.
After, as advised by Jay Rayner in the Guardian (in cahoots with countless others), we tried the baklava and agreed it was the best we’d ever tasted.
Did John look happy?
Smashing meal, it was.
A quick look at the Liberty clock on the way home, although it sadly was not an appropriate time to see the movement of the moving bits, unless we were willing to wait around for quarter of an hour or so…which we were not.
A super evening.
