While Ellie was eating her model-like protein lunch, I ordered this for dinner tonight:
It’s chicken and crawfish pie, filled with creamy peas and shrooms and covered in a buttery, toasty pie crust. Yum. Thank GOD I went to yoga before. Still, there were leftovers (Sorry, Grandma!):
Best thing about the whole meal (at Albion in hip Shoreditch, for those curious) is that when I walked in at quarter to 9, and there was a queue (!), as soon as I told them it was just me, they whisked me off to a section of tables that seat only one person! And comfortably, I might add. (Also, not staring at a wall.) To boot, there were several other solo diners doing their thing, too. These weren’t tables-for-two that can obviously be for one just by removing a setting and a chair. Rather there was a row of tables where there aren’t any chairs opposite! One glass. One setting. One menu. No, “Will you be expecting someone?” How unabashedly smart and comforting. (Not that I’m really one to be ashamed of eating alone, but sometimes it’s a bit awk…)
Anyway, dinner was delish (albeit a bit £) and I was able to dine “alone together” with others like me.
Now, for those just *dying* to know how Date No. 2 went with CTG, you’re outta luck as I’m not gonna spill much on here. (This isn’t a dating blog, people!) BUT I will say that I was taken “for a proper stroll” along the Thames, during which I saw this Big guy for the first time since arriving:
It was a lovely eve.