2 Farmer St
London, W8 7SN, United Kingdom
Tel: 020 7727 7528
Date of Last Visit: Friday, September 12, 2008
The Victims: Many. Kellie, James, Matt, Tahnee, Simon, Feathers, Julie, Bryan, Stacey, Carrie, Dave, Feathers’ Little Brother
The Damage: £40 each
The Background: Feathers has organized us. We are wandering the streets of Notting Hill, en masse. It seems like everyone is out in Notting Hill tonight. In a good way. I feel absurdly festive.
Geales is not what I was expecting. It’s all gray and black and hotel bar-esque. They have nice hand soap in the ladies. (Although to dry your hands, there was just a stack of cocktail napkins. Classy.) Our waiter is good. Very good. There are 13 of us and we are all talking at once and he has no trouble dealing with this. (And when the food arrives, it is all CORRECT.)
The Starters: Kellie and James have just been here, and they heartily recommend the mussels. And I can understand why. These are good plucky mussels. The calamari is less exciting. The tarmasalata is nice, but only nice.
The Mains: Mine is haddock. I like it. It’s golden and crispy and they are generous with the lemon wedge and the tartar sauce. The fries–not pictured–are good but they could have been a bit crispier. And goldener.
Afterwards: We go to Montgomery Place for the cocktails and we see Claire from The Apprentice. And then we go to a very dirty but strangely filthy but charming basement bar on Portobello Road (Baltic something or other) where we drink 275 ml Carlsbergs and I narrowly I escape the clutches of a drunk Scotsman.
The Verdict: Geales was good. I’d go back.