You know you are probably getting past it when one of your work colleagues proudly presents you with a set of brownies with “you r old” written in candles across them. Well I am and to ensure that the day after my 30th was suitably painful I put considerable effort in at Bistroteque getting drunk that night. The relevance of this to my meal at Bocca di Lupo is that it rendered a meal I had been looking forward to into a dangerzone of nausea, depression, sweats and headaches. I am an idiot.
We made our way to our table and were given what was one of the most interesting menus I have read for a while. For a Saturday lunch you could either get a bigger one plate dish or pick from the normal menu and get a series of smaller dishes. We talked through the menu with the friendly and knowledgeable waitress and were educated on some Italian dishes we hadn’t had before.
Given the state of my hungover nausea at this time I elected to choose multiple small dishes. We were then given a selection of excellent Italian bread and a pungent extra virgin olive oil to dip them in. Even on a stomach deeply resistant to food at this stage it was irresistible.
- Price – £ a can of coke and two ibuprofen
- 12 Archer Street London W1D 7BB