The plan was simple: go into the West End, have a nice dinner in a stylish establishment, meander around the docklands and head home. We failed at all four.
Having struggled to come to an agreement on a type of cuisine, and A refusing the usual fallback of Italian, we ended up with our second fallback option and mutual fave, Middle Eastern. After a not insignificant detour and blisters all round, we found ourselves dining off formica at Al Arez on the Edgware Road. As a brief aside, the gaudy website bears testimony to the decor, but not the quality of the food. It was all quite eventful: firstly A, who is often taken as having Middle Eastern heritage, was handed the Ramadan timetable (which he does not need) when he asked for the menu. Then, the meal was unexpectedly interrupted by the Libyan Olympic Team Leader (proudly displaying his Official Lanyard), who had a loud altercation with the owner of the restaurant concerning the number of seats he felt appropriate for a man of his importance (in essence, he wanted an extra seat for his ego, times three).
|Ramadan confusion finally cleared up|
|From Libya with love|
Pity that the romantic dinner went down the tubes.
(We also apologise for the quality of the photos - it wasn't quite the sort of place to pull out the SLR)