My absolute darling Ornella and I met up in Newington Green, filled with lattes and little boutiques for the yuppies gone parents occupying the post deprived area. We were going to a baby birthday party!
This is the hot mummy Daria who we study with. Ornella and I were slightly awkward as we were the only people without kids, but we ate cake and drank beer.
As a gift litte Franz got two mini Nike Air Max sneakers, both which he found utterly boring and asked where the other toys were. We also gave him a birthday card with a big 4 and a monkey on it, he loved that, even though his mum reminded us that he was actually turning 3. God, will I ever grow up/become an adult/stop making embarrassing mistakes/not get drunk at a kids party?
A few hours later I head down to Soho to meet up with my Daniel to go to this place and celebrate us having been a couple for 2 years.
And yes it’s a strip club, but a former one, now turned into a wicked Mexican restaurant called La Bodega Negra. And you guys know how I am weak for secret places, weird layouts and neon signs, so this was heaven.
So was my date.
And the cocktails and the tacos. Freaky with soft shell crab though: one just swallows the legs and all! But please, EVERYBODY GO HERE. This is my recommendation of 2014.
We asked the girl waiting our table for a good old bar and she directed us through the maze that is Soho to a secret cocktail bar called the Blind Pig. No sign, just this little chap on a heavy wooden door.
And oh boy was it good! A long copper bar with warehouse windows and oak furniture, playing old school funk and country. Check it our here. Once again I was in the dreamy South in the states distant from reality and a little bit drunk. We chatted and argued and laughed, as one should.
I had this divine little whiskey devil before getting the most horrid drink I’ve ever had. It came in a stupid juice box! The waitress kindly explained that that’s their thing, fancy drinks in cheap containers but could assure me that it still contained alcohol(?).
All around I noticed people drinking out of McDonald’s cups and airplane boxes wearing expensive shoes and it made me furious. Stupid wealthy community paying £10 for a drink but still want to play poor for a while. It’s not funny, and it’s never cool to mock those in lower social classes than you.
As I was annoyed and grumpy Daniel wanted to cheer me up and took me to the old school rock bar I’ve been dying to go to for ages – Slim Jims Liquor Store in Angel. It’s just as dirty and great as one can imagine with the sickest rockers as bartender and the perhaps finest music on this planet. Led Zeppelin, Wanda Jackson, Gun, Iggy Pop, Pink Floyd etc etc <3
Drinking pints and listening to that music definitely got me in a great mood and is so so far away from the pretentious but good electronic/hip hop scene in all the other clubs. Apparently the bandana is still going strong in the rock fashion scene.
“Never forget your girls!! Men are 4 Christmas, girls are 4 life.”
And tons of wicked rock chick all around, that I couldn’t help but fall in love with. I made friends with a Jackie in the bathroom, who told me she’s a stripper now because there aren’t enough black rock strippers apparently. So she tours around, makes tons of money and has her own show at the biggest theatres now.
Filled with 80s rock and American beers me and Daniel bought crisps and then fell asleep on the night bus going back home.