A moist Easter with my swiss rock star of a friend. Our hotel was located close to El Pirata,a popular spanish restaurant in the middle of Mayfair. Upon entry, the front door is covered with dozens of stickers from along the years, to give credibility to the establishment's culinary gifts. It works.
We had no reservation, but the corner in the bar worked well for us, since we were already on such good mood and well lubricated by some excellent drinkware along the day.. In soho we stumbled upon a bar, friday afternoon, around two a clock, and the upstairs was already full of young, artsy people who had celebrated since the morning, but still in a very good mood! They invited us to join them, while wondering why are we there in the same bar. Turned out they had just finished some art school, acting, maybe..? Suddenly the afternoon pro-longed and it was already rather late when we arrived in El Pirata.
So standing in the bar, we enjoyed a five-course-menu with a bottle..no wait, two bottles of wine. Delicious, and excellent atmosphere! Pirata nourished us superbly, before we took a cab to chelsea, where Chivas regal had arranged us an entry in a cool club, which name I fail to recall.. Probably changed the name anyways by now;)
Next morning we wake up in the hotel with faint ideas of how the night had progressed, our room was a mess and the electricity didn't work. In the middle of it all only an innocent looking Teddy bear was still standing, outside on the piccadilly a loud St. Patricks day parade was river dancing their asses off, while listening to some loud (irish?)techno.. Not the most optimal scenario. well, we headed for brunch in the Wolseley, and a delicious Bloody Mary made it all worthwhile again.
