Dinner for two.
Saturday night and we had a house party to go to near Brick Lane. Planned to get there by 11 at the latest as it was kicking off at 10. With this week being as hectic as it was and having only seeing each other 1hour tops each day we decided to go and have a quiet meal together and 'catch up' before moseying down to the party. I was frantically trying to find a decent restaurant for Sunday dinner with some old mates while Kyle chose this place:
Andy's
I thought.. Greek food? Feta cheese salad. What are we going to talk about over Greek Salad? Then as soon as we got there (after much confusion with the time- as the clocks were changing that night) I remembered. Moussaka, stuffed vine leaves, cheese filled pastries, roast lamb legs and other properly stodgy dishes that make you sit back in your chair at the end of the meal and refuse to move.
We started with stuffed vine leaves and haloumi cheese in a filo pastry which were lovely although were on the large side so we started on our mains feeling quite full already. The stuffec vine leaves were just that little bit too big and dry but the holumi pastry was fantastic. Fo mains Kyle had a roast leg of lamb which was done perfectly - the meat falling off the bone with the juices still running through. Which is quite something since lamb always seems to be overcooked here, a little too tough and dry. I had the moussaka which was dissapointing to say the least. The mince was undercooked which gave it a tinny taste and had me a little paranoid while the aubergines were few and far between as I had to disect the dish in order to extract a few morsels.
All in all it was like we had a meal where one of us had ordered from the chippy next door. So after our desserts we made as quick an exit as possible, a plan terimated as the waitresses kept forgetting to hand us our bill.
Still, with the chance to catch up and share our worries and hopes about the next few weeks of work, the food played secondary fiddle to good conversation.
An hour later we found ourselves walking off our dinner as we were left wandering the uber funky streets near brick lane awash with 20-somethings with their suspenders, leotards and vintage frocks taken straight off the racks in Spitalfields market nearby. Eventually finding our way to the house party full of even cooler Bartlett kids talking about everything from Led Zepplin to the latest in the Icelandic music scene, I couldn't help but find myself wondering whether this Jungle Jane was just a little out of her depth. xxw
Andy's
I thought.. Greek food? Feta cheese salad. What are we going to talk about over Greek Salad? Then as soon as we got there (after much confusion with the time- as the clocks were changing that night) I remembered. Moussaka, stuffed vine leaves, cheese filled pastries, roast lamb legs and other properly stodgy dishes that make you sit back in your chair at the end of the meal and refuse to move.
We started with stuffed vine leaves and haloumi cheese in a filo pastry which were lovely although were on the large side so we started on our mains feeling quite full already. The stuffec vine leaves were just that little bit too big and dry but the holumi pastry was fantastic. Fo mains Kyle had a roast leg of lamb which was done perfectly - the meat falling off the bone with the juices still running through. Which is quite something since lamb always seems to be overcooked here, a little too tough and dry. I had the moussaka which was dissapointing to say the least. The mince was undercooked which gave it a tinny taste and had me a little paranoid while the aubergines were few and far between as I had to disect the dish in order to extract a few morsels.
All in all it was like we had a meal where one of us had ordered from the chippy next door. So after our desserts we made as quick an exit as possible, a plan terimated as the waitresses kept forgetting to hand us our bill.
Still, with the chance to catch up and share our worries and hopes about the next few weeks of work, the food played secondary fiddle to good conversation.
An hour later we found ourselves walking off our dinner as we were left wandering the uber funky streets near brick lane awash with 20-somethings with their suspenders, leotards and vintage frocks taken straight off the racks in Spitalfields market nearby. Eventually finding our way to the house party full of even cooler Bartlett kids talking about everything from Led Zepplin to the latest in the Icelandic music scene, I couldn't help but find myself wondering whether this Jungle Jane was just a little out of her depth. xxw
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