Ladies who lunch. In my head I always envisage yummy mummies, and women with far too much botox who drawl "but darrrrrling". I'm more of a girl who runs around like a headless chicken, with wild hair and a black coffee in hand.
However on Friday I had the day of from work, so with this unexpected free time, me and Caroline decided to done lunch and the theatre. True ladies who lunch style! Just with out the frozen foreheads and stupid accents.
Caroline suggested The Ivy for lunch. Now from my 90's gossip magazine reading days, The Ivy was the hottest celeb hang out. Kate Moss probably necking back a double vodka in the bar, Nicole Kidman probably picking at her salad. A List teritory.
Fast forward to 2014. Not so much. However the food is still A list quality, and it means nobodies like us can get now. Perfect.
I started Seared foie gras with caramelised chicory tart & sour cherries after I loved it so much at Meat People the other week. I have to say, sorry Meat People, this one blew yours out the way. It was delicious. Plus, extra brownie points for cherries, which FYI, are my favourite.
Caroline went for Barbecue spiced duck, lychee & watercress salad, which we both agreed the lychee was a nice change to watermelon.
As you can probably tell the menu is quite an eclectic mix of tastes. Do they call that international cusine? Fusion? Or just great cooking?
For mains, Caroline was straight in there with Black Mount Estate venison, golden beetroot, juniper & orange, which looked a sight to behold.
I ummed and ahhed between the Deep fried haddock, and the Morrocan spiced lamb rump. The lamb won.
With chickpeas, smoked aubergine & preserved lemon, it was cooked pink and beautiful. Lamb is so easy to get wrong, but not this.
The Ivy has quite traditional values. Today, its no longer young celebs, but more refined businessmen discussing board meetings. This also applied to photos. My SLR clearly wasn't to their liking, however in true blogger mentality, I managed to do a couple of sneaky snaps of dessert.
We decided to share a Pecan Pie with toffee ice cream, and the sharing platter.
The pecan pie was outstanding. The sharing platter- that was a disappointment. Sadly, it was a bit of nothing really.
Full to the brim, we decided to kill a little time before heading to the theatre by getting a couple of cocktails in the bar. I could get used to this ladies who lunch business!
After gossiped like true processionals, we headed onto see The Weir. When it first premièred in 1997, The Weir won the Evening Standard, Critics’ Circle and Olivier awards for Best New Play.
The play is set in a remote Irish bar where four old friends gather for a lock-in to swap old ghost stories. However a young female stranger, who has a haunted past, the night takes a dramatic turn more real and unsettling than any of them could have foreseen.
A real gripping, haunting performance, I genuinely came away breathless.
Feeling a little unnerved, we decided to end the night with a couple of drinks in new club Chakana, and then in a very unlady's who lunch fashion, we headed for a good old Chinese in China Town.
Best day ever.
Sorry work, I think I may not want to come back now.
The Ivy
1 - 5 West Street
London
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