Sunday, February 1, 2015
Attitude from The Spaniards
I woke up around 2:30 a.m. and when I went to get a drink of water I happened to look out the window and see falling snow! Once again, though, it doesn't seem to have stuck. Our last few snowfalls don't even really count because it's just barely been snow -- wet clumps that melt immediately upon contact with the earth.
Yesterday morning Dave, Olga and I met up with my coworker Lindsey, her husband Gavin and their dog, Nell, another staffy mix. We went for a long walk on Hampstead Heath, despite rainy/snowy weather that turned the paths into mud bogs. (You may remember we met up for a walk once before, albeit in drier weather.) I didn't even get many pictures because conditions were so gnarly.
We wound up at The Spaniards Inn, supposedly one of London's oldest pubs, mentioned by Dickens in "The Pickwick Papers." They were running a lunch special which gave us the impetus to go, but in the end we ordered off the menu. I've always wanted to try The Spaniards but I must say Dave and I were a bit disappointed. We were in a rather stark room, they wouldn't give us the table we'd tried to reserve, and although we'd told them we'd have our dogs, the guy who seated us gave us attitude when we brought in Nell and Olga. Nell wound up waiting in the car, which apparently she doesn't mind. We put Olga under the table on her towel after the same guy asked me not to keep her next to the table on the floor. (Too many people trying to pass by, he said.) Little did he know keeping her on the floor at all was a minor triumph -- normally, in a pub, she's in my lap!
All in all we found the food unremarkable and I initially felt so unwelcome that I considered leaving. I think if Lindsey and Gavin hadn't been there I'd have done that. Things got better, though -- once the dog was under the table, service proceeded smoothly, and it is an interesting pub. It's so old that it predates the width of the modern road, which narrows considerably where it passes the corner of the building.
On the way home, Olga and Nell rode in the back of Gavin and Lindsey's car. Nell was clearly relaxed, but Olga wanted to sit with me and Dave.
Back home again, I spent the afternoon reading and last night we watched a double feature of "E.T." and "Close Encounters," two irresistably crowd-pleasing movies, at least in our household.
(Top: Yet another Bleeding London cat photo!)