Is there anything nicer than a three hour lunch on a sunny Sunday afternoon? Body aching from my travails at The Underground Restaurant the previous night, I took the tube to Oxford Circus, walked past Carnaby Street, where they had a live band playing and took a table inside Spanish restaurant Dehesa.
“Dehesa’s full and I don’t want to wait” he announced.
I’d picked the restaurant.
“Lets go to the pub”.
“So… what are you interested in? What do you do in your spare time?”.
“Well I like watching sport on TV and playing golf”
Likes books: too many to mention.
Likes music: Van Morrison, Camille, Throbbing Gristle, Velvet Underground, Prodigy, The Clash, Crystal Castles, Judy Garland, Nouvelle Vague, Bernard Herrmann, Goldfrapp, Gun Club, Zbigniew Preisner, Mercedes Sosa, Maria Bethania, Djavan, Gal Costa, The White Stripes, Jacques Dutronc, Leonard Cohen, Peaches, Yves Montand, Edith Piaf, Amy Winehouse, The Jam, Teardrop Explodes
Food: No meat.Thai, Indian, Japanese, Italian, Mexican, French, meringues, sweets
Likes samba, talks, travel, languages, wood fires, cooking, eating, making things, talking, justice, france, the sea, gardening, experimenting, spirals, the past, the paranormal, ufos, crime, blue and white china, going to flea markets, astrology (serious astrology),my aga, tea, tantra, water, copper, remote viewing, hardware stores, beauty, children, bed linen, dreaming, courtesy, perfume, romance, boys and make-up.
I’m looking for a good looking sexy cultured man between 5’5″ and 6′ tall. Preferably with blue/green eyes. With a dry sense of humour. Kind. Honest. Who is also looking for a long term relationship. Who probably has liberal politics and is agnostic or atheist but open to the ‘subtle forces’… A non smoker preferably…”
“You read my profile right?”
“Did I say I was interested in sport?”
Sheepish answer “No”
“Did I give any hint even of a liking for golf?
There was a pause. He said, slightly pleading…
“It’s just that no women are interested in sport. So if I based my choices on that, well, I wouldn’t ever get a date”.
I sighed. We went to the Thai restaurant next to Dehesa, which was ok but nothing more. Sorry can’t stop bitching here but it really annoyed me that while we were waiting for our table he said:
“Do you like spicy food?”
“Yes. I’m a cook. I love cooking. I love travelling and eating foreign foods. It was all in my profile” I replied slightly testily.
“Do you not like spicy food?”
“Um I’m a bit nervous about it. Can you do the ordering? I don’t know anything about Thai food.”
That bloke sounds like an utter cretin (the date that is, not Fat Les). I once went on an internet date where the guy (who looked at least 10 years older than his photo) asked me over dinner if it was going to be "worth him paying the bill". When I said no, not in his wildest dreams, he pretty much ran away and left me to pay. The vile tosser. Thanks for a great review, I must go back to to Dehesa, padron peppers are like crack.
The date sounds ghastly.
I'm really keen to try Dehesa having loved Salt Yard, I'd forgotten about it though so thanks for reminding me!
The Ginger Gourmand
That story made me laugh when you told me on Saturday night and I've just been in stitches again!
I've not been to Dehesa but it sounds great. I had a dish from Salt Yard at Taste of London last year which was wonderful. I'll have to put them both on my ever growing 'hit list'!
Oh, to live in London. I recently bought some padron peppers at my farmers' market, and they were delightful. I hope to eat at your Underground Restaurant when I am next in the UK. I'll have to watch my chance!
Um, sorry about the date. We've all had worse, of course. But it does sound depressing.