Last night after a long day of pms and being mental and hiding shoes and having cramps and breaking up and a glass and clearing up the glass and crying lots I went out for dinner. My eyes were a bit puffy from crying and my hair very unwashed and matted and I was wearing the same stupid smelly clothes I have had on for days. I decided to try to distract from crappy clothes and puffy face and bird nest hair with a lot of red lipstick and use Lush's Karma perfume to mask the fact that I smell.
I met with my friend Laura at her work in Shepherds bush and we got the 94 bus into town. Laura is sometimes called Laura Elvis because she looks a bit like him. On the bus I just moaned a lot about how sad I felt and then we got off and met Lotta at Oxford circus station. Lotta is Swedish but she has been living in England for about 5 years or something now, she can fight well and snowboard.
We walked up to Rupert street and went to a restaurant called cafe fish. I know of cafe fish because in the summer Becky and I went there and I tried oysters for the first time. I have eaten a lot of oysters since then and I still think the Cafe Fish ones were best. We got a seat in the smoking area, I didn't mind this massively because Lotta and Laura smoke rollies and I find they don't stink quite as bad.
Lotta had a pen which I borrowed but I didn't take my book out with me so I had to write on a receipt what we got to eat so I wouldn't forget when writing about it.
It is nice looking inside, perfect lighting (this is of great importance to me) and a shiny looking bar and a big piano that a man was playing well and nautical design.
For starters we had ........
-6 rock oysters.
-tiger prawn, rocket and feta salad.
-moules mariniere.
We shared all of them, Lotta refused to swallow hers and chewed it instead and then said it was only okay, well she should have swallowed. They were Laura's first ever oysters and she loved them and put a shell in her bag to take home. The tiger prawn and feta salad didn't really do it for me but Lotta and Laura thought the prawns were good, I had to reach over with my fork to take bits anyway. The mussels were delicious and I dipped my bread in the sauce (Lotta held the bowl to her mouth and drank some) and it made my fingers stink in the most glorious way.
This is what we had for mains.......
-fish pie (Laura)
-spaghetti with prawns and crab meat in a ragu sauce (Lotta)
-spaghetti vongole (me)
None of us were massively into our Main courses. Mine was just like any spaghetti with tomato sauce really and all my clams just tasted of tomato sauce. I wish the tomato sauce had of been a little smoother also. Lotta and Laura got full up before finishing theirs and I hate to see food go to waste so I finished both of their meals off also. I think my main was best really, Lotta's was similar to mine but without pretty shells in it and Laura's wasn't rich enough for me.
We had a cigarette break (they smoke and I spoke because I don't smoke) in between main course and desert. I should mention our drinks now. Usually I would go for a juice but I drink juices too quickly and then order lots and spend ridiculous amounts of money on what is usually cheap juice so we ordered a bottle of the cheapest white wine (les freres) which was actually pretty nice and had a big jug of iced water.
Desert was....
Tiramisu (Laura)
Tarte Citron with blackcurrant coulis and creme fraiche. (me)
double espresso (Lotta)
I am not really a desert person, I am more about the savoury and was just going to got for a nice palate cleansing blackcurrant sorbet but I was convinced to be a bit more exciting and treat myself seeing as I felt like shit. They were beautiful looking. I have included a picture I drew of my amazing tarte citron, though I think I may have drawn the coulis squiggles wrong. I really couldn't do it justice anyway.
I had a bite of Laura's tiramisu first which was sublime.
My tarte citron had a lovely crispy creme brulee style top to it, looked beautiful and when I ate it I thought I was going to have an orgasm.
After finishing desert Lotta produced a camera and took photos of us sticking our tongues out over empty plates. Silly Lotta, this is like filming people with the sex afterglow but not in the act. SHE SHOULD HAVE DOCUMENTED THE DESERTS WITH HER DIGITAL CAMERA.
Our waitress seemed a little nervous but she was very sweet and good and every single one of the chefs said goodbye to us and wished us a good weekend so the service was lovely which is another thing I had like it for last time I visited. I wanted to kiss them on the face for the tarte citron but I didn't.
The meal came to £98 for three of us and was well worth it. I still want to lick my lips and drool when thinking about my desert today.
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