FRIDAY 11TH OCTOBER 2013 – The Restaurant Critic
Visiting us throughout the day and every day on the balcony is a pair of sandy-coloured doves with neat little indigo chokers. Suspecting, assuming, they’re the same ones as previous years – or versions of them – then they retain their given names of Pixie Lott and Little Boots. Here they are, the buggers.
Today we raised the bar on holiday idleness; Friday feelings and all. Hauled our afternoon bones up to Portissol via the big steps (which remind us of the ones at Whitby) and took a drink at the Bar d’Ô (see what they did there?) Here’s a snap of their outside chairs, invader-like, and the familiar colour of warships.
Back down in town, and to Bar le Sport, in which I spied a super, top-trumps Lookie-Likie – recorded and reported in the Twitter sidebar here, so take a look via that means if you’re so minded, and be a love with a Follow, would you?
Onwards to La Churinga, previously a stalwart fave, and the melty lamb and the burger with foie gras were yumptious as per, but all the potatoes in the world (most of which were on our plates) couldn’t make up for a peculiar, and most probably seasonal lack of… something. Enough of my searingly insightful restaurant criticism, here’s a picture of my scran.
Strangely, their background easy listening music featured Japan’s ‘Art of Parties’. When did anyone last hear that in a restaurant? Oh, and here’s the photo on the restaurant wall which I always seem to be facing. The Arse of Parties.
And then home to watch France being all unnecessary against Australia, and that, therefore, concluded mainly what happened on Friday.