Today was a momentous occasion – I had my first real restaurant meal. Ordering from the menu and everything!
We were in Pho, a vietnamese restaurant (the Soho branch) and I decided I’d had enough of Ella’s sludge and wanted something a bit more edible and real food like. I therefore ordered the vegetable rice. Admittedly I think more made it onto the floor than potentially in my mouth, but nonetheless I felt like a proper grown up. I was also in a proper grown up seat, with a booster chair, which was better than being in a high chair. In addition to the rice I ordered some prawn crackers, which are my absolute favourite food. Needless to say none of them made it onto the floor!
I’ll be eating sushi with the best of them soon – just watch me!
My Great Aunty Sheila came to stay yesterday. It was fab to see her and she gave me a really cool rugby top, which I’m looking forward to wearing. However, I need to grow a bit first!
We had a lovely walk to Hinton St George and an even lovelier lunch at The Lord Poulett pub. I think we’re going to see quite a lot of that establishment as the food is amazing. I shared a bit of GAS’s sandwich.
We’re now in GAS’s car driving back up to town as I’ve got a hospital appointment tomorrow. I’m a bit scared as they are injecting me with dye to look at my kidneys. I’m sure it’ll all be fine, though.
Yesterday for the first time I visited Evissa, which is the capital of Ibiza. It’s an amazing place with chocolate-box shops, typically spanish squares and the old fortified citadel called De Dalt.
De Dalt is a maze of tunnels, cobbled streets and thick ramparts and the views are breathtaking. Although I was far more interested in the echoes I found in the tunnels. I love the sound of my own voice!
The Big M and D and my godparents had booked a table for lunch at Mirador de Dalt Vila, a hotel in the middle of the old town. The table was outside on the veranda and couldn’t have been more picturesque. The waiters were the best I have ever encountered; they not only knew everything about the food and wine, but gave me things to play with and made a fuss of me.
The excitement of the day was all too much for me and I fell asleep on the bus home.
When it rains in Ibiza, it tends to pour. And yesterday was one of those days. The weather scuppered our plans of going to Aquagames, the newly opened water slide park at The Seaview Hotel in Port des Torrent. Instead we stayed in and played (with) granny’s records… Top of the Pops ’79, Chart Wars ’74 and of course the Jazz Singer.
The rain cleared in time to go out for supper, so we had a quick drink at Es Pueto, a beach bar literally in the sea. The Big D and my godfather didn’t want to get their feet wet, so sat on higher ground. Then we had supper at The Casita (@casitalibiza), one of granny and The Big D’s favourites. As always the food looked, and judging by the empty plates, tasted yummy. Strictly speaking I should have been asleep, but I decided to join the party. And we even got home in time to watch the first episode of The Apprentice, whereupon everyone shouted at the ineptitude of the candidates. Except me. I laughed. Then I finally deigned to go to sleep.
Yesterday I went to meet my new friend William, he is only 13 days old and very, very small. I don’t think I was ever that little. He was very sleepy and didn’t want to play much but I reckon in a few months time we’ll have ace fun playing trains.
We were at Caravan on Granary Square, behinds Kings Cross Station. The guys at the restaurant were amazing. They gave us a table (we sat at the big table in the middle) with room enough for two buggies and offered me a high chair. They also picked up all my toys when I threw them on the floor. The food looked really good too. I was allowed a little bit of the garlic and rosemary flatbread. I can confirm it was yummy.
Uncle Charlie (William’s Big D) told me all about the history of Granary Square. Apparently where the fountains are now was a canal basin to bring in all the goods, for example the building stuff for the railways. Pretty cool huh!
Cote restaurant on Charlotte Street has long been a haunt of the Big M & D and my godfather, given its great value set menu and proximity to both flats.
This was my first time and as the title of this blog suggests it was very pleasant, but there was no real substance.
Now, I know I’ve been hugely spoilt in the past and have got used to charming the staff so they make a fuss of me, but I was all but ignored – despite my best efforts. That said, they were accommodating and allowed us to move some tables so my buggy could be unobtrusively parked next to the table. I was also offered a high chair, but given I had already eaten and it was nap time, I politely declined.
Unfortunately our table was also near the cutlery tray so every few minutes I was jolted awake. Not at all the restaurant’s problem but if I had known I would have chosen somewhere else to sit.
I can’t complain, everything was adequate, but it lacked any kind of charm. I imagine babies don’t feature in their core target market but service with a smile would have been nice.
Today was a momentous occasion. In March the Big M was diagnosed with cancer. But today, after chemo and radiotherapy she was given the all clear! Hooray!! She’ll be relieved not to have to go back to Macmillan Cancer Centre, but the building is pretty spectacular. Here I am peering over the atrium.
The Big M was a bit nervous so we went out for lunch first before the appointment. We went to an old favourite Black & Blue on Mortimer Street, near UCH. It’s great as you can sit outside on their large terrace and there is plenty of room for the buggy. Plus they have patio heaters so if it’s a bit chilly you can still eat al fresco. This was good for my nap! I felt as snug as a bug in a rug. I’m told the food is good too and the staff really attentive. I’m sure we’ll be back soon as the big M and D rave about the steak and caesar salad!
Yesterday we went to The Pudding Bar, a pop up in Soho as the Big M and D had a play date with their friends. What could be better than a restaurant that just serves pudding?! And what delights, the puddings looked and tasted amazing. I was allowed a bit of strawberry from an Eton mess.
It’s a nifty concept, but despite the menu, not one for kids. The proverbial cat would have trouble squeezing in and the stairs would make Ranulph Fiennes gulp. Definitely one to leave my fellow whippersnappers at home.