Last night I was wined and dined at the apparently well known celebrity hang out, The Ivy, for my sister’s 21st birthday. She has been clamoring to go there for several years, but their strict booking policies, and popularity have made it difficult to match diaries and fine a time for them to accommodate us. It was certainly a pleasent evening, company included, though not quite what I expected.
Located on the fringe of Soho, in a quiet side road, the top hatted doorman invited us inside, where we were swiftly shown to our table by a hostess who seemed to know that we had a reservation “ah yes, the Perskys,” indeed. Having already done some research, I immediately ordered a bottle of the award winning 2005 Balfour Brut Rose by Hush Heath, located on our own fair island, in the county of Kent. This champagne-like sparkling rose has a superb, unique character that I can only liken to the feeling of being a child running free in the country eating fruits and berries, and is a wine I am sure to order a stock of. Something about serving British bubbly instead of the usual French libation appeals to me. We followed this with a solid bottle of Cote du Rhone 2006, superbly smooth, with a slight twang of citrus.
Enough of the wine. The food was pleasantly acceptable, whereas too often in venues chosen by name alone the food is mediocre. It was not adventurous or outstanding, and the burger I chose for my main was a little lacking, it could have done with some garnish beyond a sliced on onion, tomatoe and pickle on the side of the plate, but was nonetheless tasty for it’s simplicity.
The desert was above my expecation from the main cause, especially when the Basked Alaska I chose was subject to a decent Flambeing in front of my eyes. And this spectacle was far more interesting that any of the other patrons, whom I assume my sister came to see. In fact, despite the title of this post, I was the most famous person in the room.
What topped the evening off perfectly was the ride home in an Addison Lee Mercedes E220, what better way to arrive back home than in chauffeur driven luxury.