So Kat, Bridge and I have been talking about going out for a nice dinner for the looongest time. It started off with Kat's birthday last August. And we all somehow forgot about it. Next came mine and Bridge's birthday in October. We still managed to forget about it. And then came Christmas. I was home in Singapore. Finally we put our feet down and insisted we HAVE to make it happen. This time, well, to celebrate their post-CIMA exams. "Can we have tapas pleaseeee..." I pleaded. I needed my tapas fix badly, to make up for my missed trip to San Sebastian.
Kat has been keen to go to Barrafina in Soho for a long while. Each time she passes by, it's so crowded and they don't take reservations. Meaning you can wait for a really long time (we were told at least 45min just to get a seat by the bar). More so because it's a tiny place, with just an L shaped bar facing the chefs who were busily dishing out plates of delectable looking tapas.
When we reached there, why were we not surprised. It was so busy and only 2 waiters taking orders. We were hungry and did not want to wait 45min and hence bravely told the waiter we will endeavour to sit outside. They had the infra red electric heater but oh well, we aren't really in Spring yet you know.. but initially it was fine. We had our minds set on food and nothing else. We sat down, ordered a bottle red wine and started attacking the selection of tapas on the menu as recommended by the waiter, whom by the way my dinner companions were swooning over.
Managed to snap a pic of the cutest tapas we ordered. It was very similar to what we had in Southern Spain two years ago. Love these cute lil quail eggs.
We ordered till our table could put no more dishes (altho to be fair, it was a tiny table). We had to put our drinks and bottles on the floor!
B&B
Time past by and soon we felt it. It was cold. And then we all started shivering. Brrrr. We took that as the cue to pay and leave. That was also when we realised our knees were exposed to the cold for so long that they all turned wobbly! Geez I couldn't walk properly. Amused, we all went into the restaurant to thaw our knees before starting our way back home. Even after that short thawing I was walking in a staggering manner back to Tottenham Court Road station. People might have thought I was drunk or something. But it was really more of a case of frozen knees.
http://www.barrafina.co.uk/
Kat has been keen to go to Barrafina in Soho for a long while. Each time she passes by, it's so crowded and they don't take reservations. Meaning you can wait for a really long time (we were told at least 45min just to get a seat by the bar). More so because it's a tiny place, with just an L shaped bar facing the chefs who were busily dishing out plates of delectable looking tapas.
When we reached there, why were we not surprised. It was so busy and only 2 waiters taking orders. We were hungry and did not want to wait 45min and hence bravely told the waiter we will endeavour to sit outside. They had the infra red electric heater but oh well, we aren't really in Spring yet you know.. but initially it was fine. We had our minds set on food and nothing else. We sat down, ordered a bottle red wine and started attacking the selection of tapas on the menu as recommended by the waiter, whom by the way my dinner companions were swooning over.
Kat attacking the lemon sole;
Frith Street. We were literally sitting on the pavement. It was quite an experience actually. We had street baskers coming up to us playing a tune and asking for money. We had the homeless coming up to sell the Big Issue. We had the homeless coming up to beg for money and food to spare. And then suddenly K & B saw Jason Statham coming out of the restaurant. I have to admit I didn't know who he is so I was not quite star struck like them.
The food was really good, and as authentic as you can get in Spain. It's no wonder this is such a popular place, even though it's so small and you can easily walk past it without noticing it along Frith Street. Don't you just love places like that?Frith Street. We were literally sitting on the pavement. It was quite an experience actually. We had street baskers coming up to us playing a tune and asking for money. We had the homeless coming up to sell the Big Issue. We had the homeless coming up to beg for money and food to spare. And then suddenly K & B saw Jason Statham coming out of the restaurant. I have to admit I didn't know who he is so I was not quite star struck like them.
Managed to snap a pic of the cutest tapas we ordered. It was very similar to what we had in Southern Spain two years ago. Love these cute lil quail eggs.
B&B
Bel-Kat
Time past by and soon we felt it. It was cold. And then we all started shivering. Brrrr. We took that as the cue to pay and leave. That was also when we realised our knees were exposed to the cold for so long that they all turned wobbly! Geez I couldn't walk properly. Amused, we all went into the restaurant to thaw our knees before starting our way back home. Even after that short thawing I was walking in a staggering manner back to Tottenham Court Road station. People might have thought I was drunk or something. But it was really more of a case of frozen knees.
http://www.barrafina.co.uk/
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