46 Broadwick Street
Date of Last Visit: Saturday, 8 November 2008
The Victim: Me
The Damage: £16?
The Background: Cancel on me once at the last minute, and I'll forgive you. I'm a forgiving sort. Cancel on me twice within four days, however, and we have a problem. Are you trying to tell me something? So it was that I found myself in Soho, all dressed up with no place to go. But Flat White. And well, Liberty. (Unfortunately, my American Express card hasn't gotten the message about this credit crunch thing that's going on.)
In for a penny, in for a pound. Rather than turn back home, I decided to take myself out to lunch. (I know, I know. Not all that unusual for me. But normally I plan these things. This was unplanned.)
I tend to go for cheap and cheerful when I'm on my own. More anonymous that way. But on Saturday, I took myself to Tierra Brindisa.
The Entrance: They've just opened for the day and I'm their first customer. The place smells like a forest…all that fresh wood. Just like Hibiscus smelled that one night I was there. I'm offered a table, or if I'd like, I can grab a seat at the bar in the back. I opt for the back bar.
The Food: Spinach tortilla and the Catalan spinach. I really like the spinach at Tapas Brindisa and this was just as good, although I feel like it was a larger portion. And well, if you can't tell, I do really like spinach. (One of the staff said as much to me as I was getting ready to leave.) I also went for some of the crusty bread with alioli and God, do I love alioli. Also, their bread was nicely grilled, which I appreciated. Ah yes, and they brought me three really big olives stuffed with peppers to start things off. A nice touch. Plus, they plonked a whole big bottle of tap water down in front of me.
The Verdict: I liked it here, although the spinach tortilla probably wasn't my favorite thing in the world. I would go back. Hopefully with someone who understands how to keep a date.