Just woke up. Had slightly ambitious plans for yesterday. We were going to eat Lebanese at Edware Road and then catch "Walk the Line" at Prince Charle's Cinema. It almost worked out. I came in early to buy the tickets (£1 each!) and then walked from Leicester Square to Linus' office on London Wall. Good walk, enjoyed seeing streets I haven't seen before and was very proud to have found my way spot on without having used a map. Could have walked a faster route, but I didn't and I got there with plenty of time to spare.
Edgeware Road was interresting. Hadn't quite realkised it realy is a sort of arabic centre just from the corner of Marbel Arch. But nice with lots of tempting food. Nonetheless we had been recommended one restaurant in particular by Linus' lebanes collegue so that was our goal. The restaurant (Maroush) was conforting in it not trying to dress up as a middle-eastern restaurant. The interior (which felt very mid 1990's) was complemented by pictures of Hollywwood stars (some posters with chinese text eg Pulp Fiction) and by the soft Julio Inglesia-like music comeing from the loud-speakers. Those dining there were predomiatedly of Middle Eastern origin (at least that was what it looked like). These facts together seemed to promise a genuine culinary experience. We shared a set menue for two in order to sample as much as possible. ANd that we did: 7 mezes -starters, olives, bread, one main course and pudding. I enjoyed the mezes the most: hommus, aubergine paste, spicy sausages, lemony chicken wings, deadly soicy potatoes and taboulleh (which I didn't eat). The combination of the main course of braised lamb (melted in our mouths), spiced rice tasting of X-mas, pine kernels and minced lamb and the pudding of 7 pieces of baklava and a plated loaded with watermelon made sure we did not leave the place hungry. Quite the opposite. We ate, and ate, and ate and never managed to finish all the food, howevermuch we tried. I was so stuffed by the end of the meal it's a wonder I didn't reprise Monty Python's "The Meaning of Life" - you know which scene I'm referring to.
Afterwards we really did try to make the movie. We even got off at the tube station we planned. But since we were pressed for time and the only position of my body I could imagine enduring for the next two hours was standing up or lieing down (no pressure on the tummy) we decided to head home. And ther we didn't do much but digest our food.
Edgeware Road was interresting. Hadn't quite realkised it realy is a sort of arabic centre just from the corner of Marbel Arch. But nice with lots of tempting food. Nonetheless we had been recommended one restaurant in particular by Linus' lebanes collegue so that was our goal. The restaurant (Maroush) was conforting in it not trying to dress up as a middle-eastern restaurant. The interior (which felt very mid 1990's) was complemented by pictures of Hollywwood stars (some posters with chinese text eg Pulp Fiction) and by the soft Julio Inglesia-like music comeing from the loud-speakers. Those dining there were predomiatedly of Middle Eastern origin (at least that was what it looked like). These facts together seemed to promise a genuine culinary experience. We shared a set menue for two in order to sample as much as possible. ANd that we did: 7 mezes -starters, olives, bread, one main course and pudding. I enjoyed the mezes the most: hommus, aubergine paste, spicy sausages, lemony chicken wings, deadly soicy potatoes and taboulleh (which I didn't eat). The combination of the main course of braised lamb (melted in our mouths), spiced rice tasting of X-mas, pine kernels and minced lamb and the pudding of 7 pieces of baklava and a plated loaded with watermelon made sure we did not leave the place hungry. Quite the opposite. We ate, and ate, and ate and never managed to finish all the food, howevermuch we tried. I was so stuffed by the end of the meal it's a wonder I didn't reprise Monty Python's "The Meaning of Life" - you know which scene I'm referring to.
Afterwards we really did try to make the movie. We even got off at the tube station we planned. But since we were pressed for time and the only position of my body I could imagine enduring for the next two hours was standing up or lieing down (no pressure on the tummy) we decided to head home. And ther we didn't do much but digest our food.
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