So Wednesday last, F was in town, and we dined at Ottolenghi in Islington, which is totally my kind of place. It's all tapas-y with a mediterranean hint, and I had the most orgasmic raspberry meringue for desert.
Also, you sort of feel like you're at a private dinner party; it's a long table with exactly the chairs my parents had in the 1970s (which both F and I observed).
Friday, February 02, 2007
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