Date of Last Visit: Wednesday, June 4
The Victim: Chris
The Damage: £65 for two
The Background: I've been wanting to try Camino since the wine exhibition in Islington a while back. The Camino guys were there serving Jamon and Tio Pepe. We had a good time that night. A very good time.
Chris is in town from the U.S. and suggests dinner, which you know of course I am up for. If I ever I turn down a dinner suggestion, you know there's something wrong with me. Or my blog.
The Entrance: As a single woman in her 30s, I like it. Now what does THAT say about me? It's big and open and airy and there's a great courtyard so we stand outsiding the restaurant chatting and drinking txacoli (my new favorite drink) and enjoying the rare London sunshine.
We ask if we can take our table at 7:15 instead of 7 and they're a bit weird about it, which is odd considering that even when we leave at 9:30, they're still not full. Restaurants are so weird.
The Food: Some jamon to start which is just fine. Good bread. And then the mains arrive and I'm sorry for suggesting Camino because Chris' entree looks like wedding reception food and my entree–black risotto with octopus–is bland and well, just rice and octopus. No oomph. It looks nice upon arrival though.
The Verdict: Dig the atmosphere at the bar and the courtyard. Like the jamon. And our server was nice. But the rest? Eh.