Back in Bermuda after a short hop home for my son’s birthday and mascot exploits.
There was a lot of flying around, which is customary. I had a cracking night with my Hornchurch mates on Friday plus a very hot chicken madras in the Cinnamon Spice. We followed this up on Saturday after the game with another curry, this time in Brick Lane. We vowed not to be enticed into the first place we passed, but sure enough the offer of two rounds of drinks and a lively atmosphere was enough for us to eat at The Famous Curry Bazaar. It was very good and full of local hipsters and pre-clubbers at 8pm. Whatever happened to eating a curry after the pub shut?
The next morning my brother took us just up the street from where he lives to The Premises Cafe on Hackney Road. According to The Observer, one of the 50 coolest places to eat in the world! It’s attached to the renowned recording studios (with an impressive list of artists) and next door to the gigantic rabbit (which at the end of last year caused quite a stir) and our brunch was top-notch. The dinner menu looked good too, and at a tenner a head for two courses bloody good value.
Then we wandered up and down the Colombia Road Flower Market, which I have always loved. The smell of early spring blooms and toasted bagels filled the air and I couldn’t quite resist the little boutiques where I picked up a few things for my daughter.
Then finally the long weekend ended with some home cooking at my Mum & Dad’s down in East Sussex and a little nap through Gnomeo & Juliet on Monday and a drink down by Sovereign Harbour. 96 hours, back at Gatwick and home.