Well being a friday I relented..
But went to the only pub not frequented by thousands of Clerkenwell friday-night 'blow inns.
The Shakespeare's Head...
A real pub with carpets and flock wall paper, and every wall covered in autographed pictures of people who where once famous.
It's behind Sadlers Wells Theatre, and when the 3 minute bell rings at 7.30pm the pub miraculously empties.
So she pipes up I'm hungry so off we pop in search of 'she say's an 'interesting restaurant.
Browsing throughout all the trendy eateries and popping into a couple of pubs on the way ended up at a classic old indian restaurant off clerkenwell green.
A bottle of Chianti, chicken korma, prawn biriani, saag aloo, popadoms ect.. we dined alfresco next to a trendy bar of noisy, rowdy p*ss heads..
Great fun, I paid the bill £26.quid & left him the tip, He then pointed out the bit I missed £65quid, the chianti was £26quid.
I said to him "Well sorry it was just a 1960's flashback and she tossed him £70 quid, la whaala!
Ps: If you need to know the price then you cannot afford it,
She had even earlier refused my offer of us doing a 'runner purely because that's what we did back in the 60's...
