On Thursday, the girls and I went to see the mighty Take! That! at Wembley. Not being fans of the mass-produced orange nachos and leathery hot dogs that seem to be standard stadium fare, we decided to fuel up in town before going to the concert.
We stopped at Le Comptoir Libanais and bagged a cute street-side table so that we could watch the world go by. The service was terrible - we had to ask for menus, then our order got "forgotten", so it was a long wait for our dishes to arrive. When they did, J looked down incredulously at her plate.
"This is supposed to be a LARGE salad!" she hissed. Ha ha. There actually was more cous-cous tucked under the chicken, so it wasn't too insubstantial, but still. Not really a large plate. The lemonade flavoured with rose-water was lovely.
After getting over-charged on the bill, we decided to cut our losses and headed to the nearby All Bar One to take advantage of happy hour.
We had tea first, and the waiter enamoured himself to us forever by bringing over a steady flow of Smarties in adorable shot-glass portions. A girl's heart can always be won by free chocolate.
At five o'clock on the dot we were ordering our cocktails.
Then we went to Wembley and rocked our socks off to Relight My Fire and tried to get Gary to notice us. It was awesome.
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