I arrived into London bright and early on a Thursday morning — April 28th, 2011. Feathers had kindly offered to put me up out in Blackheath, but I wanted to be central and it was, after all, my birthday weekend. So I had every excuse to treat myself.
I put myself up in one of the small rooms at the ueber-lovely Dean Street Townhouse. I am not the sort of tourist that expects my room to be ready so early in the morning, so I was prepared to take to the streets with my camera for a while.
Still not fully caffeinated, I stopped into Fernandez & Wells on St. Anne’s Court for a latte or two, where the staff and I discussed donuts and why there aren’t more donut shops in London. (Cue oncoming onslaught.) I miss Fernandez & Wells.
Not the best photo — the server does have arms but it’s an action shot. The inside of Spuntino reminded me in an odd way of the older part of Highgate Cemetary. It boasts original tilework that they haven’t touched, giving the tiny little restaurant/bar an air of managed neglect.
Lee and I said goodbye to Niamh and headed over to Nopi for dinner with the girls. You might know I am a fan of all things Ottolenghi. Nopi did not disappoint. I especially loved the complimentary babaganoush! Note the lovely golden napkin rings…I wonder how many have been swiped.