Tuesday 28 February 2012
Thought of the day
Its not how hard you fall off the wagon, its how quick you get back up that counts.
Thursday 23 February 2012
Claridges.
Yesterday I fulfilled one of my many life’s ambitions and that was to have a cocktail in the Claridges Bar.
I have waited many months to be able to do it, but every time Clive and I go to London we always have Cam so have been unable to go. And on the odd occasion we have arranged to go on our own this as never materialised.
So yesterday I was in London anyway for an event which I will blog about in a few days time, so I decided to go. Clive and I have a friend who lives in Kensington so I text him and asked him if he would like to join me for a drink. He jumped at the chance and a date was made.
When we arrived I was astounded by the front lobby. White, black and chrome hit you as soon as you walk in, making you feel as if you are walking into a 1940’s Noir film set and the warmth of the place overwhelms you, instantly putting you at ease and in a great mood.
My friend wanted to have afternoon tea, which would have been a real treat but we were told they were full and had no available tables. We laughed and joked later about it wondering if we had been Brad and Angelina would a table have been found?
Anyway I was quite happy just being there, so we were taken into Claridges bar and our waiter came over immediately and showed us to our table.
I was slightly disappointed with our table it was very much in the corner and I had my back to the room. I would have liked to have been a little more in the room, so I could have appreciated the ambiance of the space more and of course do a little people watching.
The room does have a lovely feel, its very dark in there with a single candle on each table with the dark red leather seats and benches and the dark green material lined walls, which was a great topic for conversation.
Many, many moons ago, someone recommended a Claridges espresso martini to me so that is what I started with and it did not disappoint in any way shape or form. In fact it went down rather a little too well and left me feeling quite squiffy. My friend had a pot of tea, all served in matching white china. The pot was huge and would have easily provided two or three people with a cup.
My second drink was the ever so faithful slightly wet Vodka martini with a lemon twist that was really strong but served in a fabulous chilled glass and that went down very well also. Again my friend had another pot of tea.
We were there for around two hours and I had a lovely time. It was all that I imagined it to be and more. We had great service, great conversation and a great time.
Next time, I would like to sample the Fumoir room, a very art deco, interment bar that looked stunning when I stuck my head around the door on the way out.
The bill came back at £47.50 yes a little pricey for two martinis, two pots of tea and a bottle of water oh and the little nibbles that arrived at the table without being asked for, but come on its Claridges after all and I forgive it all its sins.
I have waited many months to be able to do it, but every time Clive and I go to London we always have Cam so have been unable to go. And on the odd occasion we have arranged to go on our own this as never materialised.
So yesterday I was in London anyway for an event which I will blog about in a few days time, so I decided to go. Clive and I have a friend who lives in Kensington so I text him and asked him if he would like to join me for a drink. He jumped at the chance and a date was made.
When we arrived I was astounded by the front lobby. White, black and chrome hit you as soon as you walk in, making you feel as if you are walking into a 1940’s Noir film set and the warmth of the place overwhelms you, instantly putting you at ease and in a great mood.
My friend wanted to have afternoon tea, which would have been a real treat but we were told they were full and had no available tables. We laughed and joked later about it wondering if we had been Brad and Angelina would a table have been found?
Anyway I was quite happy just being there, so we were taken into Claridges bar and our waiter came over immediately and showed us to our table.
I was slightly disappointed with our table it was very much in the corner and I had my back to the room. I would have liked to have been a little more in the room, so I could have appreciated the ambiance of the space more and of course do a little people watching.
The room does have a lovely feel, its very dark in there with a single candle on each table with the dark red leather seats and benches and the dark green material lined walls, which was a great topic for conversation.
Many, many moons ago, someone recommended a Claridges espresso martini to me so that is what I started with and it did not disappoint in any way shape or form. In fact it went down rather a little too well and left me feeling quite squiffy. My friend had a pot of tea, all served in matching white china. The pot was huge and would have easily provided two or three people with a cup.
My second drink was the ever so faithful slightly wet Vodka martini with a lemon twist that was really strong but served in a fabulous chilled glass and that went down very well also. Again my friend had another pot of tea.
We were there for around two hours and I had a lovely time. It was all that I imagined it to be and more. We had great service, great conversation and a great time.
Next time, I would like to sample the Fumoir room, a very art deco, interment bar that looked stunning when I stuck my head around the door on the way out.
The bill came back at £47.50 yes a little pricey for two martinis, two pots of tea and a bottle of water oh and the little nibbles that arrived at the table without being asked for, but come on its Claridges after all and I forgive it all its sins.
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