Pizza = cheese & tomato on bread base
Had a really good long weekend just gone. The sun was blazing here in the UK, and Hel and I had a fun packed weekend. I took Friday off and trundled down to London to stay at Oboe and David's house, they'd very very generously agreed to put up with me for 24 hours and generally use their house like a hotel so that I could meet up with old school pal James 'Cherry Nose' Willis. James was over in the UK for a few days, so we met up for a drink or two and a bite to eat.
James and I were very good friends when we were in our late teens, and spent a lot of time together, but we kind of drifted apart a bit through the college years. Then he buggered off to live in Chicago, where he picked up a thick US accent (totally the opposite of Rich, who has maintained his British accent) . I haven't seen a huge amount of him over the past decade, but its great to catch up with him once or twice every year.
We went for a pizza after drinks, to a place in Covent Garden called Fire & Stone. Its a pizza place and what attracted me were the excellent reviews and the fact that they have 'exotic' toppings, based on the continent's and regions of the world. I plumbed for an ozzy one, with spuds, sour cream, pesto and onion marmalade on it. I had high hopes. Now, I'm a fairly easy going kind of guy, with broad tastes and I like to try new things. Unfortunately on this occasion, I was forced to leave abusive notes for the chef. Something about intercourse and onion jam.
Experimentation and fusion is all well and good, but if it tastes like crap, well, what's the point? Its things like this that make you realise that at 32, you're becoming conservative in your old age when you are adamant to the point of curmudgeonlyness, that pizza is baked dough, topped with tomato and cheese. I'm sorry, it just is and I don't care what the yoot say.
Anyway, regardless of the food, it was a good catchup and we had a good laugh. The evening was but young though, as Oboe was decent enough to keep me chatting till 1.30am! I was even lucky enough to read one of her manuscripts - quite a talented lady.
Of course,what I haven't told you is that she and David live immediately behind the studios where they film Eastenders, including the exterior sets for Albert Square. You can just glimpse some of it at the end of their road. What she didn't tell me, until we wandered into Tesco the following morning, is that Big Brother is filmed right next to the carpark. If I'd know, I'd have taken along a small thermo nuclear device.....
F*ck I hate that programme.
James and I were very good friends when we were in our late teens, and spent a lot of time together, but we kind of drifted apart a bit through the college years. Then he buggered off to live in Chicago, where he picked up a thick US accent (totally the opposite of Rich, who has maintained his British accent) . I haven't seen a huge amount of him over the past decade, but its great to catch up with him once or twice every year.
We went for a pizza after drinks, to a place in Covent Garden called Fire & Stone. Its a pizza place and what attracted me were the excellent reviews and the fact that they have 'exotic' toppings, based on the continent's and regions of the world. I plumbed for an ozzy one, with spuds, sour cream, pesto and onion marmalade on it. I had high hopes. Now, I'm a fairly easy going kind of guy, with broad tastes and I like to try new things. Unfortunately on this occasion, I was forced to leave abusive notes for the chef. Something about intercourse and onion jam.
Experimentation and fusion is all well and good, but if it tastes like crap, well, what's the point? Its things like this that make you realise that at 32, you're becoming conservative in your old age when you are adamant to the point of curmudgeonlyness, that pizza is baked dough, topped with tomato and cheese. I'm sorry, it just is and I don't care what the yoot say.
Anyway, regardless of the food, it was a good catchup and we had a good laugh. The evening was but young though, as Oboe was decent enough to keep me chatting till 1.30am! I was even lucky enough to read one of her manuscripts - quite a talented lady.
Of course,what I haven't told you is that she and David live immediately behind the studios where they film Eastenders, including the exterior sets for Albert Square. You can just glimpse some of it at the end of their road. What she didn't tell me, until we wandered into Tesco the following morning, is that Big Brother is filmed right next to the carpark. If I'd know, I'd have taken along a small thermo nuclear device.....
F*ck I hate that programme.
posted by Bob at 9:20 pm
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