379 Holloway Road
Date of Last Visit:Saturday, November 21st, 2008
The Victim: Me
The Damage: Less than £15
The Background: Muna is getting married soon. It's black tie. I need something to wear. She sends me to one of the most bizarre places in London I have yet to experience. Fonthill Road by Finsbury Park tube.One shop after another, filled with strange and sparkly poufy things.
You know I'm more a Boden-kind-of-gal. Or Banana Republic. Hmmm.
But I'm here. And I need a dress. A long one. It takes me a while. But I persevere. And I'm done at lunchtime! How convenient!
Now, Google Maps. I love Google Maps. I GPS my location. I search for restaurants in the nearby area. And hey, there's a Japanese one. You know I like Japanese food. It's called Hana and it's on Seven Sisters.
And well, at 12 noon, it's not open. So I Google again. And I'm taken to a Spanish place on Holloway Road. So I go.
And I'm the only one there. And no one really seems to speak Spanish, as far as I can tell. (Although maybe it was Catalan?)
One tortilla. (Very good. Just the right size.) Some croquetas. (OK. Just okay.) And my big mistake…asparagus with bread crumbs, which turned out to be CANNED/TINNED asparagus, deep fried. Revolting. Yuk.
The Verdict: Everyone seems to really like this place. Except for me. But really, the tortilla was good.