Our ongoing mission to review all of the bloody mary outlets in london continues as we add further snippets to our collection of opinions. This week we were reviewing two. The fashionable and fast-moving Fallow and the Swan Theatre on South Bank. See what you make of our opinions and perhaps fire us a comment with where we should be going next!
london Underground" /> Single bloody mary – quick and simple and surprisingly good!
During a debacle that required a quick turnaround in terms of sense of wellbeing, we found ourselves here after two independently heavy nights occured at the same time. My friend and I were both feeling undoubtedly vague about how the mixture of advernture and mistrust of society at large had led us both to the same state the following day. I had spent the whole afternoon in the hotel room hoping that he would not call, but he did of course. I was reticent to say the least, but he cajolged me, uncharacteristly, into accompanying him for some sort of Saturday salvation.
We found ourselves at the Shakespeare at Victoria. I was staying at Belgravia and my friend had gotten a train in from East Croydon which brought us both nicely to Victoria. I had laid face down on the bed as long as I could manage, but eventually had to enter the shower and stagger out of the hotel.
It had all been my fault, you see. The night before had been an unfortuante affair, with the engagement at a Belgraviua bistro ending with a garden conversation in which I had persuaded my friend to accompany me to Boisdale. A rather imperious French waiter had delivered my food to me whilst I had made the call. Whatever garbled enthusiasm I had imparted had failed to die and was now at odds with my own paradigm.
When we entered the Shakespeare, it was a Greene King type of public house, and was busy as well as vibrant. We managed to secure one of those tables wher, when sitting you are still at almost standing height, and my compatriot was despatching himself towards the bar.
“Double?” he question, but I refrained, prefering to savour the flavour of the more savoury parts of the Mary rather than drown it in the sweetness of what ever typically room-temperature store Vodka they would add.
When he returned with his beverage and my own, I must confess that I was positively delighted! The Mary was sublime. Fresh, yet deep with flavour. There were hints of the celery salt and Worcestershire sauce, of course, but there was also a zesty, citrus quality, delicately woven into the mix. There was also a richer, deeper fruit, such as a sloe or a fig. There was also a hint of blackberry that filled in the gaps. All of this complemented the deliciously sweet tomato juice and vodka concluding in a truly sparklingly rich and rounded Mary. One that I can taste to this day!
Anyway to cut a long story short we did have quite a few and the evening at Boisdale was a treat. One that I shall elucidate upon further quite soon.
bloody mary - the Swan, South Bank" />