On Tuesday I turned 27; me_and
got me a set of lockpicks and a practice padlock, and took me to Ottolenghi Spitalfields
The morning of, they called A to confirm the booking -- and, he tells me, followed up with "... and there's a note about a wheelchair in the booking...?" So, naturally, he braced, and was very pleasantly surprised when what they actually
wanted to say was "... we've got a folding ramp and we can get it out for you."
We arrived. "Just one moment," said front-of-house, and went to get the ramp. They did not try to grab me as I was going up it. "Through this way," they said, and showed us to a table for two that was easy for me to get to, adjacent a wall neatly out of the way of everyone's path, with the sensible chair already removed for me to just slot in.
This is much
better than even fancy restaurants normally manage; I was -- we were! -- impressed.
Also, they fed us really very well.( Read more... )
... and then, after a little extra faff involving buying one of the cookbooks, they got the ramp back out and held the doors open and cheerfully let me back out into the outside world, with some commiseration about the part where it had started drizzling gently. However, as I said to A, while it might not have been the best
kind of rain it was definitely in my top five, so I was absolutely fine with that.
I had a lovely evening and was delighted; A has, as mentioned, been before and been a fan, so I rather suspect more visits are (however sporadically!) in our future.
Unrelated (except insofar as it's about food, and specifically pistachio cake): someone I know tweaked last month's Smitten Kitchen pistachio loaf cake recipe
to include blackberries and lemon