Monday 26 April 2010

St Pancras Grand: champagne and afternoon tea

In general, I would say that 'train station' is not usually synonymous with chic, gourmet dining. Most train stations have nothing more than a little booth selling Kit Kats and crisps and offensively overpriced chewing gum (50p?? really???); if you're lucky they might have an AMT (try the Chai steamer, it's delish). And then the bigger stations may have a Burger King, or a Harry Ramsden's, or some generic Wetherspoon's type pub. But on the whole, convenience is the defining factor - style and quality are usually sorely lacking.

Not so with St Pancras, but then this isn't any station. Now I'm not, like, some anorak-donning train station enthusiast, but it's hard not to be impressed by the grandeur and elegance of St Pancras station.


On the first floor of the station, brushing shoulders with the Eurostar, is the St Pancras Grand Restaurant, Oyster and Champagne Bar.

Toptable is currently running several different offers at St Pancras Grand, one of which is "2 for 1: champagne afternoon tea". Last Saturday, my good friend Helen was visiting for the day; we're both big fans of afternoon tea and the station was a convenient link for both of our homeward journeys, so we decided it'd be a perfect opportunity to check it out.

Inside, the decor is all leather and mahogany, clean lines and art deco flourishes. However, when we arrived, at about 5pm on a Saturday, the restaurant was pretty empty, aside from a group of merry, well-to-do looking women in front of us who clearly had a similar brainwave.

After traipsing round Hampton Court Palace all afternoon in the sunshine on an empty stomach, our hunger and excitement were palpable. We wasted no time ordering our tea. The champagne came first. It was pink and very drinkable. I felt tipsy after one sip, but then I am a ridiculous lightweight.

Soon after came our 'tea' (for the uninitiated, traditional afternoon tea usually takes the form of finger sandwiches + cakes + scones accompanied by tea, so not really tea at all!). My first impression, I have to admit, was not great. I've only ever had champagne afternoon tea once before, so admittedly I don't have much precedent for what to expect, but in my mind, afternoon tea embodies a concept of quaint 'Englishness'. I think of dainty blue and white china tea cups, and Jane Austen.

There was nothing quaint about this afternoon tea. It was served on a three-tiered stand - pretty standard - but the stand itself seemed freakishly big. It took quite a lot of rearranging of side plates, glasses and cutlery to fit both of the stands on our table. To go with the giant stands were giant white plates, on which sat our sandwiches, scones, and three cakes, looking tiny and forlorn in comparison.

'Is that it?' I said to Helen, with a rude, champagne-fuelled grimace. I eyed the scones with particular skepticism - firstly there were only two, which seemed a bit stingy to me, and secondly they were quite flat and had a suspicious, oily sheen to them.

But then any skepticism gave way to sheer hunger, and we tucked in, working our way down from the top (however, the size of the stands meant that we had to actually get up from our seats to reach the sandwiches).

Things vastly improved once the actual eating began. Even the scones, though they appeared slightly unappetising on first appearance, were warm and soft and delicious.

Ironically, in the end, neither of us could finish, each conceding defeat to one last cake, so any doubts I had as to the size of the portions were ill-founded. I blame the plates!

Afterwards we went outside to have a couple of glasses of bubbly at the Champagne Bar. The majority of the seating in the bar takes the form of comfy little booths which run alongside the length of the Eurostar platform, and from here you can look out onto the concourse below. I quite liked the buzz of travellers milling about beneath us, and the station hustle and bustle formed a pleasant backdrop to our evening drinks. However the Eurostar trains are pretty loud as they pull into the station, so the Tardis-like grinding and whirring every half hour or so was less ambient.

My sister mentioned that she had been to St Pancras Grand once before with clients, and her verdict was something along the lines of: "Yeah, it's nice, and great if you're on your way to or from somewhere, but I'm not sure I'd go out of my way to go there specifically."

I can see what she means. But I'd definitely recommend the St Pancras Grand. It offers a stylish little respite from the madness that can be travelling through London, in beautiful surroundings, and if you take advantage of the offers it's really good value.

Sunday 11 April 2010

supperclub: near miss or missed opportunity?

Yesterday, the sun did something funny to my brain. After so many months of wet, grey, dreary weather, the sudden appearance of sunshine, warm and golden, was like being hit by a big (squishy) bat of hope and optimism. I was suddenly seized by the desire to do...something! One of my madcap ideas was to hop on a train and get out of the city for the day, to Bath, or Brighton, or somewhere (crazy, I know :P), but unfortunately I couldn't recruit someone to go with me at such sort notice.

Eventually, I settled on West London as my destination of choice, seduced by the idea of drinking Pimm's in a pub somewhere and wandering down Portobello Road, happy-snapping blossom trees and multi-coloured Georgian terraced houses.

However at the time I made this decision, it was lunchtime and I was hungry. So off to Toptable I went, looking for somewhere nice to go for lunch or dinner. Along my travels, I came across a very intriguing looking place called 'supperclub'. At this stage I should have realised something was potentially iffy - after all, any eating or drinking establishment which insists on putting its name in lowercase usually has something to hide. If it were a person it would probably be stroking its beard and peering ponderously at me over thick, oversized black frames muttering something about Sartre.

But maybe that's a bit unfair, so I'm going to let the blurb from Toptable do the talking:


Step inside Notting Hill’s supperclub and you will feel like Alice in Wonderland tumbling down the rabbit hole. All white inside, the supperclub is an extension of a worldwide brand of restaurant which was originally launched by a group of Amsterdam artists. Instead of being seated at tables, diners lounge around on oversized white mattresses while being fed kooky four-course meals by waiters in conceptual fancy dress that would put Lady Gaga to shame. Despite the overly avant garde approach – supperclub is actually a lot of fun and plays a great mix of electronica, camp disco and 80s tunes throughout the night. Fussy eaters beware – there is no menu to choose from – you simply eat what you are served.

Interesting eh? It sounds quite good on paper, but the phrases 'originally launched by a group of Amsterdam artists' and 'overly avant garde approach' rang more alarm balls in my head. Only a few weeks ago I suffered the crushing disappointment of a night out at Shunt, where I was served four courses of 'pretentious wank' with a side of 'attitude', and where 'tunes' were, sadly, strictly off the menu.

Anyway, the google reviews finally clinched it for me - an average rating of 3 stars out of 5, and the 3 most recent reviews all gave supperclub a measly, damning 1 star. Suddenly the prospect of spending £45 at a place described by Fluid Foundation as "not cool, chic or classy in any way what so ever" became very unappealing.

Here is the official website:
http://www.supperclub.com/

What do you reckon? Should I have gone? Should I maybe try it on a Wednesday or a Thursday when there's 40% off? I'd be really interested to hear from anyone who's been before.

Luckily, though, the day was not a waste. I did have Pimm's, and I did happy-snap a blossom tree! :)

Saturday 10 April 2010

Ad Watch

Sometimes I watch TV. It's not often, but it's usually on a Friday evening while I'm slumped on the sofa, after a week's worth of work has rendered me into a slathering, monosyllabic husk, yearning for the sweet, welcome embrace of oblivion. In short: thinking bad, TV good.

And sometimes, in the 5 minutes or so between Friends or whatever it is I have on whilst I wait for the oven to heat up, an advert will catch my eye.

Or, in this particular case, quite literally, it is the eyes which will catch me. Confused? You will be.

The latest Vision Express ads are, frankly, terrifying. Maybe this is just me, but personally I find suddenly being confronted by a mass of people with GIANT EYES FOR HEADS somewhat unsettling. What is even more unsettling is how they move, creating a weird, almost hypnotic undulating motion as they turn their heads - I'm sorry I mean GIANT EYES, did I mention that already? - one way, then the other, with sharp, military-like precision.

As if this isn't surreal enough, the movements of the giant eye head people are accompanied by what sounds like marching, which suggests that this crazed brutal eye army, which looks like it is made up of Lord Sauron's satanic underlings, is coming for you, yes YOU, and there will be nowhere to hide because their GIANT EYES see everything!

To top it all off, there is a voiceover of a woman, plain and unremarkable enough, but it is free of any emotional inflection. No hint of nudge-wink jollity or reassurance to entice the customer, no no, that would be too boring, too conventional. 'Visit Vision Express today, or book an eye test online at VisionExpress.com,' she says in that expressionless monotone, but as I cower and sink further down into the depths of the sofa, I find myself thinking, '...or what???'

See for yourself, and tell me if you think I'm being an absolute fruitloop:

Eye Swiveling


http://www.visit4info.com/advert/Eye-Swiveling-Vision-Express-Opticians/83525

Friday 9 April 2010

Hello

Um, yeah, so hi! I'm Alaka and I thought I'd start one of these blog thingimajigs because, well, why not? But if you're reading this you will probably know who I am. :)

I've been in London now for nearly two years and a lot of my time is spent trawling through Top Table, Time Out and LastMinute.com, looking for the next best restaurant, or bar, or picturesque spot, or show, or general Cool Thing To Do. I'm part hedonist, part cheapskate - if you can find me a reservation at a delectable and swanky fine-dining establishment, then brilliant, but if you can find me the same reservation with 50% off, even better!!

I've already mentioned on my profile certain things that make me happy - food, fun, beautiful things - and hopefully some of these will be cropping up on this blog.

And maybe, finally, I can be vindicated for all those times when I have shamelessly taken photographs of my food in restaurants, much to my company's dismay. :p