After inviting Chris and Niamh to sample some legendary Italian (dis)organisation and (un)hospitality followed by death by Powerpoint in Italian (and the odd dribble of olive oil); they very kindly invited me to a foodie chin-wag and nosh at Tayyabs.
The great and the good of food blogging London was there, spread over two tables like a wordy marinade and included hollowlegs, cooking the books, worldfoodieguide (bigger list here) They’d all BYO’d, except for me, who snaffled three bottles of Peroni from the Good Samaritan pub. Josh from Cooking the Book had brought a rose ‘that Waitrose recommends for a medium spiced curry’.
What followed was the classic Indian restaurant who-ordered–what-try-a-bit-of-this-ooh-that’s-nice banter, with the telling of tales and the odd rant (from me). The other diners looked on in bafflement as we all got up to photograph the special leg of lamb the chef had made us. Thus ensuring that the locomotory limb of said ovine had its 15 minutes of posthumous fame.
Then it was back to the pub, where schemes where hatched, but more on that later. Photos on Flickr.