If you like good steak, you simply have to go to Bourbon Steak which is inside the Four Seasons Hotel in Georgetown, Washington D.C.
At $59 just for the meat, the steak is hideously overpriced; but it’s so beautiful in the restaurant and the service staff make you feel like royalty.
They brought out some complimentary fries, all with different seasoning and dips; another complimentary dip included some hot rolls infused with truffle oil. Utterly scrumptious.
With my steak, I had a double cooked potato (sounds worse than it was believe me!) and a potato and cheese gratin.
The steak was cooked to perfection, I could honestly have eaten it twice (it was a smaller steak that I got at Clydes!); washed down with a couple of glasses of Riesling ($11), a fantastic meal. Yes, I know you should have red wine with steak, but that’s just me innit!
I’m on a course today up in town; just so happened to find ‘Badolina’ off of Bishopsgate (where it meets Middlesex Street) during my lunchbreak.
Badolina is a Middle Eastern take away shop; or, as they call them south of the River Thames, a fancy kebab shop.
That’s not to take anything away from Badolina; the good quality meat (minced lamb ‘patties’) was charcoal grilled to perfection and stuffed into a very large round pitta bread (white or brown available) with some really delicious salad.
£5.95 was a fair price too? Considering you need to get a mortgage up here just to buy a cup of coffee!
It’s my first day back at work after my holiday; I feel like Vladimir Putin ‘s armpit after he’s been wrestling with bears and gypsies, out in the Gobi desert.
I cleared my backlog of emails, ploughed through a load of work and eventually came to realise that it was 2pm; I also realised that I was quite delirious from not having eaten yet today.
My situation was thus. It’s raining heavily in Croydon, I only have my old bikers jacket and I’m somewhat ill prepared for the downpour! Should I go out for food or stay inside in the warmth?
Do I sit here, trippily thinking about Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, or should I pop to Mexway and purchase a very, very large Burrito?
Well, there was clearly only one winner. Mexway.
On the way down to the shop, I was fortunate enough to witness some of the new Croydon College thugs students getting soaked by the buses as they drove through the huge puddles. 🙂 The universe likes me today!
The nice Spanish man must have thought that I was a Macho Latino ‘Rambo’ (an African market stalls holder called me Rambo in Fuerteventura) because of my tan and leather jacket; he packed the Burrito with so much food that he was barely able to roll it up!
It’s so wide that it’s bigger than my bite radius (no gay jokes please) and is the biggest Burrito I’ve even eaten by a country mile (how big is a country mile anyway???).
I personally think the story of Jesus’s resurrection over Easter is the original cock and bull story; Sam Kinison parodied the whole thing perfectly with his ‘Zombie Christ’ skit, so I will refrain from adding my own jokes on this one!
It is also a tradition to bake foodstuffs over Easter; quite what that has to do with coming back from the dead I don’t know??
Saying that, I’ve been rescued from a hangover ‘death’ by a full English breakfast before when I’ve been half baked. Maybe that’s where it comes from?
I loved baking as a kid, so I thought I’d indulge in a spot over the weekend; Waitrose do a fun ‘ready dough’ range in their baking section, so I grabbed the ‘shortbread biscuit starfish’ set for £2.
Yes, I know it’s cheating, but bite me?
After making a dozen or so starfish, I decided to make an Easter Penis using the leftover dough and icing.
Here’s the result! I’m sure you’ll all agree that I was inspired with the chocolate flake bits for pubic hair and icing jizz?