Sunday, December 2, 2012
Fin de la Visite
Our friend David is here again, passing through for one night after his European tour. Today he hops back onto a plane bound for the states. (I can hear Dave now: "Don't hop! It's dangerous.")
Last night we went to a neighborhood restaurant, Lonsdale, a place I've long wondered about and wanted to try. (Not to be confused with the Earl of Lonsdale, our corner pub.) Lonsdale is right around the corner but for some reason those are often the places you never visit, right? Well, it was terrific. The lighting was low and the wide banquettes were elegant red leather. I had succulent scallops and a lentil hot pot; David had a wild game terrine followed by duck; Dave had a quail starter and blood pudding atop pork belly. (Quail on a plate always looks so sad to me!) We split a bottle of malbec and even got desserts. Fabulous! We will definitely go back.
Then we came home to the flat and shared photos -- I showed David my pics of Belgium, and he showed me and Dave his photos of Paris, Switzerland and Italy.
I went walking yesterday in Hyde Park and environs. It's bloody cold out there now, but people are still out and about, bundled up and even running and exercising. Fortitude!
(Photo: This is not Lonsdale! It's a random restaurant in Marylebone, on Friday.)