Date of Last Visit: Saturday, March 22nd
The Victim: Me, myself and I
The Damage: £15?
The Background: I was out shopping on Oxford Street and it was just too early for lunch at Maroush. I mean, maybe they would have taken me at 11:30, but I doubted it. So I figured by the time I got back to my neck of the woods, a restaurant with hummous somewhere would welcome me. Because that was what I was in the mood for. Hummous.
The Entrance: Pasha is empty except for a woman dining alone with a newspaper, much like me. (I've got Time Out though.) The decor is sorta hotel-like…nothing exciting. Clean and calming. Service is just so sweet that I am endeared to Pasha immediately. I order some hummous, sprinkled with bits of crispy lamb. And a chicken shish.
The Food: Both are perfect and just what I needed. Are they super gourmet? No. But are they nicely done and nicely presented and nicely delivered? Yes to all those things. After I polish off my starter and main, my server sweetly suggests some baklava and a coffee. And how can I say no?
The Verdict: I like it here.