Pisshead

So we'd drunk long cocktails in a Mexican bar in Charlotte Street. I had a pear and elderflower martini. Bails and Heather each had a Rosemary's Baby which came with rosemary sprigs in them, Bails got a couple of needles, Heather got a whole sprig plus a bit of twig. Personally I think theirs would have benefited from having a morello cherry in the bottom to gradually waft a red trail into the drink - just for the whole macabre scene to be set appropriately.

Emerging from the downstairs bar a little tipsy in the cool night air I nearly walked into the gate (failing to look in the direction I was walking) and Heather standing at the top of the steps was rammed by a man falling out the door of the restuarant. Much discussion was had, as we stumbled work-bag laiden along the street, about where we should eat. Too much italian, looking for something a little more challenging, staring at a restuarant whose sign read thai METRO Bails asked, "what kind of food do they do?" That'll be THAI then. We plumped for Japanese noodles.