Arctic Roll didn’t really feature in my childhood, but strongly in my teenage years as my friend Rosie thought in Blur’s ‘Song 2’ the line “and I’m pins and I’m needles” was “AND A PIECE OF ARCTIC ROLL”. To this day I think of her when I hear it, so whether this was nice or not is rather an aside to matters. Listening back, she has rather a point.
Some days, McDonalds is inevitable. Both ended up surprised at how good it was, though the highlight for me was going up to a nice lady and asking for “a big, tasty meal please.”
Burnt Ends from @BodeansBBQ in Soho on Friday night. Bodeans was my first taste of barbecue in London on a trip about a year ago, and still reliably great. The seasoning on their chips is amazing, though I did see a staff member decanting from a massive white plastic vat of barbecue sauce which while probably not the plan, made no difference to the taste and amused me no end.
Normally when I leave work for lunch I go left, so for a change today I went right and ended up in Nordic Bakery. I had been intrgued by their Soho branch so was excited to find one so nearby (though with a rather posher clientele), so I ploughed on in.
I loved the nordic clean lines and muted greys, though the staff could have been a little more helpful. My boyfriend makes fun of me because of my fall back question in shops of ‘what’s your favourite?’, but when asking the staff what they recommended I got a beautiful blank look. Though they did have nice aprons.
In the absence of help from the nordic robots I plumped for a Karelian Pie with a potato mash filling, and knew I was on to a winner when she asked if I would like Egg Butter with that. Whatever that was, I definitely wanted it. What I ended up eating tasted like the best potato pancake you’d ever had with buttery boiled egg smeared on top. It was DELICOUS. But small, oh so small. Dear Nords, is this why you’re so thin?
Followed up by a lovely moist Tiger Cake (aka Choccie Marble Cake) and a excellent coffee, was a lovely end to a quiet lunch. It’s nice to have something out of the Soup/Sandwich/Noodles trilogy and it’s such a calming and understatedly luxurious place for a little break, though don’t expect anyone to give you a hug.
Drifters: “like a chewy KitKat”
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