London’s Swishest birthday BBQ!
Rumour has it, that it’s my birthday later this week.
That’s okay. It’s all going to be okay! Even after the additional year, I am led to believe I am still classed as a mid-thirty-something, not yet into the late bit of the decade. Okay then, I’m happy to roll with that.
So, what with no panic about the impending yearage, we had a night out last night to celebrate. Being dead on your feet after the school summer fayre (did anyone notice two days with no posts, it took over my life?!) is probably not the best physical state to be in, in order to enjoy a major slap up meal. But my weary limbs somehow carried me there, and thankfully once seated, I didn’t find it too challenging to wolf down three amazing courses, consuming an estimated 5000 kilos of (wonderfully cooked) MEAT!
We went to Barbecoa, which is a Jamie Oliver establishment, but it’s somehow not very Jamie. I love Jamie, so don’t get me wrong, but this is so much about the meat, and the delish ways they cook it (BBQ, smoke pit and wood oven) and the food is brought to you delicately plated (without being ponsy), and there aren’t lots of sharing platters on wooden boards, and there aren’t loads of fresh herbs everywhere… Hence not very Jamie. I suppose the guy he shares it with has some say-so. But the taste sensation is superb. The service is wonderful. And that is what makes it Jamie. Did I mention the views of St Paul’s Catheral? …”to jamiefy”, now there’s a good new verb!
But I didn’t really take in the views, as it was highly important focus on the chatting. We went out with good, good friends of ours, who we don’t get to see enough anymore. Bridesmaid Tea ( haha, but she was my bridesmaid) gave me a super-dooper pressie, which included this rather fitting tea-related gift:
No way I’m going to put my soggy old tea bags on that; in fact it’s already on display in my kitchen, right next to my china giraffe measuring spoons!
It was sooooooo good to hang out, like cool people do, with our friends. No children in sight to distract us. Good food and wine, and proper chats. Not yer average BBQ. A very perfect, happy grown up birthday night out.
Oh, go on then. This was the view as we left on our way back to the tube. Gotta love London.