There are 2 sides to every coin. I understand that sharing a free meal while I review is genius for any hungry friend, but there does, of course, come a time/special occasion when it’s just not appropriate for me to question the menu, challenge the waiters and snap the food before we eat. Let’s face it: it’s plain irritating.
The Blonde’s birthday celebration was one of these occasions. But then there was the issue of finding a table somewhere suitably cool during London’s party month. After a fair amount of jostling, Ceviche responded to my twitter appeal (bullying?) and offered us a table we couldn’t refuse.
Seeing as this is NOT a review, I’ll just say that there is nowhere better to drink pisco sours (the Peruvian national drink: grape bandy, mixed with syrup, lime juice, bitters and egg white) and eat raw fish marinated in lime juice, chilli peppers and onions.
And when we should have headed home, we didn’t. The fabulous PRs of Piste (the new après ski bar under Archer Street Wine Bar) provided us with raspberry and rhubard cocktails and a dance floor for more silliness.
Piste is perfect for those Soho nights when you just can’t bring yourself to accept that the evening is over. Going home to bed seems like the boring option whereas flinging our arms above our heads seems a much better idea. Until morning, that is.