I'm interrupting this period of silence, induced by the madness that is Sainsbury's 'Truck' commercial - AKA the evil Christmas Spirit, sent to Earth to test my loyalty to my favourite holiday - to introduce the world to my new favourite bar in London, only discovered tonight with Chris, Lucy, Louis, Kerry, Ellie and Dave. Its name is 'Garlic and Shots' and it is on Frith Street in Soho. Thanks be to Jebus I didnt meet Conor in the end tonight.
This bar has over 100 different shots, all containing fermented, delicious, insane garlic. You walk in smelling nice, and smelling dinner in the air, and you walk out smelling fresh air, and stinking like an underground train in Beijing.
I had:
1 x Vodka Cranberry (v. normal - so normal, in fact, I couldn't finish it, and Louis 'The Bin' Ellison helped me)
2 x Blood Shot*
1/2 x loaf (yes LOAF) of Garlic Bread
1/2 x bowl of Garlic Potato Skins
And it has a fully heated delicious beer garden that has a porthole to the kitchen. And it plays Norwegian Death Metal.... I have yet to find a flaw... except ordering vodka cranberry... seriously lacked garlic goodness....
Amazing.
*Blood Shot consists of vodka, tomato juice, entire clove of garlic, half a tub of chilli flakes, salt and pepper in one small shot glass - yes, i said entire clove of garlic
No comments:
Post a Comment