Copying other people has never worked out well for me in the past. My 80s Annabel Croft perm saw me labelled ‘Medusa Ratbag’ by my primary school class mates and copying my friend’s maths homework in year 9 lead to a severe scolding along with a dose of public humiliation which left my cheeks aflush for a matter of weeks after*.
Despite the above I have not learned my lesson and am 100% copying Manchester blogger master general Hungry Hoss by writing a post of my forgotten restaurants of 2013. Let the consequences commence…
Almost Famous, Deansgate
Most of my friends are not AF fans and after my experience at the original den in The Northern Quarter, I wasn’t convinced either. But with the new branch opening I got all caught up in the excitement and dragged along my friend with the promise we were being all ironic. Unfortunately, our estimated 45 minute wait soon became 75 minutes and we eventually left without eating. We enjoyed the cocktails which are good fun and the staff were very friendly - I liked the space and it’s certainly befitting with the general ethos of the brand, but I fear I may never convince anybody else to accompany me, so I’m left observing their burgers from afar.
Simon Rimmer annoyed the hell out of me with the chauvinistic naming of his book ‘Men love pies, women like hummus.’ What is that all about?! Well I’m going to make a hummus filled pie, eat half of it and then chuck the other half at his head. I bet he won’t love that pie…
Ignoring this poor judgment, I really enjoyed his Hale restaurant. - the food was great and our pretty waitress called me ‘hun’ giving the impression that she liked me and therefore making me feel popular for 90 minutes.
Our second visit to the Mayfair steak restaurant didn’t live up to previous expectations. Steaks were wonderful but sides had gone a bit cold and our previous favourite dishes (lobster mac & cheese and banana split) were cruelly absent from the menu. Service on the other hand was exemplary.
The Breakfast Club, Hoxton
This quirky little joint caught my eye initially due to the massive queue outside, but when we visited the Hoxton venue on a Monday morning we were seated right away. French toast with bananas and bacon was a winning dish and the coffee was of ‘I want a second cup’ quality. They had me at ‘we’ve got an arcade machine playing Paper Boy.’
Afternoon Tea at The Midland Hotel
This was a birthday present for my Mum and although a lovely experience, she felt it could be a bit grander (told you she was fussy!) The lack of cream cakes brought on a bit of a Mum sulk but we enjoyed the sandwiches and the champagne was delicious.
The Blue Bicycle, York
Our York favourite J Bakers had closed down and vanished without a trace (or notification of our cancelled reservation, pfft) so we were left to find an alternative. What a great choice The Blue Bicycle was -food far fancier than the humble Parisian surroundings and warm, endearing service. My salmon with lobster sauce still visits me in my dreams and the lemon meringue pie was cheeky and fun. The meal was slightly marred however by a pesky discretionary 12.5% service charge which we were informed goes straight to the owners of the restaurant. We asked for this to be removed and gave the money to the waitress instead. What a baffling surcharge.
So there you have it. I have been a lazy, lazy blogger. I can’t promise to do any better this year as I am rather sloth like in my approach to life. Eat, sleep, smile (and drink bubbles)
Me in sloth form
*Do not cheat in school kids, teachers are clever and enjoy humiliating children.