Visiting Viking

Christine arrived on Monday evening, landing at Gatwick airport at 730PM. I had arranged to meet her at London Bridge Station and was surprised when she said she was on the train at 20.01. We met up just after 2030 and drove via Sainsbury's so that we could pick up some Creme Fraich and wine so we could eat and drink when we got in. We had a five year absense of dear friends to celebrate.



One fabulous pasta dish and several bottles of wine later we were settled back in the sofa awaiting Dusan's return from work.

Waking late on Thursday (We all needed a lie in) Christine (Pronounced Christina) and I took a walk into Greenwich and do some of the things I have never done since I lived here.

We walked into the old Hospital Buildings, now part of the Greenwich Museum and were surprised at the Beauty we found within. A massive painted dining room, chapel to name but a few. We could have felt we were in Rome not Greenwich.

From there, by law, we had to go to the top of the park so we could see the view and so she could officially put her legs astride the Meridian and tell the world she had been to 0 Degrees Longitude.

Back home in time for a shower, via the DLR, we were glad to have the Ivy call and ask if it was okay to move our table from 1900 to 2000. We gladly agreed. Far more civilised at 8 and gave us enough time to freshen up and enjoy a cocktail in the Residence bar, Red.

We got to the Ivy just before 8pm and were greated and sat in the bar while Christine enjoyed a nice Chablis and we enjoyed a Whiskey Sour each.

Dinner, as always, was truly outstanding. Chicken and Girolle Soup was my starter, though with the hand written menu, I almost thought I was ordering Chicken and Giraffe. Divine none the less. Christine and I opted for the Poulet as our main. A signature dish that require 40 minutes prep time and well worth it. Out fresh chicken was stuffed with Fois Gras and served on a bed of Dauphenois Potatoes. Yummy. Only I had eaten so much soup and bread by then I couldnt finish my main.

Dusan opted for the Steak and had Pistacio Icecream for Dessert while Christine and I could barely stuff down a few truffles and a cognac. All washed down with a fabulous red wine and great company.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, the Ivy is my number one choice restaurant in London. Even if you would say I am a litle biased.