Sorry about the time travelling but the travel stories end up this way cause there are too many stories 😉 imagine it is Sat, Sep 15th…
I am sitting somewhere in East London, slightly disorientated – but having a wonderful time. I was waiting for my server to bring my Manhattan so was just checking out the venue. I looked up at the ceiling and it’s spectacular – and unique. It’s vaulted and filled with white beams intersecting with glass panels. Two ceiling fans are whirling away beneath octopus shaped hammered silver chandeliers. The cuisine is French and Malay and each ceiling fixture evokes a sense of one of those locales.
What caught my attention though was the sparkling blue light that shines through the glass ceiling. I’m not sure what it is. It shines like a supernatural celestial being.
When you get old, your brain synapses with all kinds of strange connections 😉 The sparkly blue light sent me back to the 80’s and a place called – I think – The Stardust Café.
I am enamored of food – and architecture, art… I don’t eat at McDonald’s 🙂 As a result, I have now been to so many memorable restaurants a lot of the memories have blurred together and only the truly unique experiences are easy to channel in the current day.
My friend Karen was the one who introduced me to the Stardust Café. Back in those days I didn’t have a lot of cash for restaurants so a night out was an event. And we were always on the lookout for a value proposition.
That was the attraction. Karen had been there before so suggested it for our catchup session. I was young then so maybe it wouldn’t impress me so much today.
The food was good – but it was the atmosphere that made it stand out. The lighting was very subdued. You walked up a staircase covered in black carpeting and lots of glitter. The fairy dust of my Brownie years 🙂 Maybe that’s where my love for glitter began…
Because it was a great value proposition, it became our meeting spot at that point in time. Because it was in the part of town “across the tracks”, it was hard to find, you had to walk up a staircase to get to the dining room and it was filled with low lighting, mirrors and glitter, we decided on one of our visits it was the ultimate place to take your mistress 😉
The place I found in London because I got lost on my way home from Waterloo station because they were doing the constant upgrades on the Underground and the Jubilee line was down fits the same sort of bill.
But it was also a great discovery. The food was excellent, the cocktails were first rate and the staff were lovely. Apparently it is a family who used to manage Ronnie Scott’s. Everyone is really friendly and the jazz is shockingly good for 5 pounds! The plan is to do it every Friday. It is a tiny room and you can chat with the musicians in the break.
They have only been open for a month or two so right now you can bring your mistress – but if it catches on, it might be trickier 😉
For those with no mistresses in tow, here are the details…
p.s. London has been amazing and there are fresh stories as usual – bear with me as it might take some time to get them on line!