mighty mouse 2

Now, this hungry little fella had some balls! Let's call him Bryan... 

So there I was, minding my own business, when Bryan practically runs over my foot! And I didn't have to worry about being quick on the shutter, because Bryan here, was perfectly happy to munch away, whilst i practically blinded him with the flash. 

I like to think that everyone/everymouse has a story, so here is Bryan's...Bryan is Northern. He followed his sweetheart (also a mouse) down from Manchester on the Virgin train to Euston. Now, when Tracey got to London, she decided that Bryan was no longer cool enough, so she had an affair with a dirty rat! Poor Bryan was devastated and subsequently turned to binge eating for comfort. Therein lies the story of Bryan, the brave, binge eating mouse. Long may he find food.

remember mighty mouse of Euston??

The Garrison Pt2

Bizarrely, whilst writing The Garrison pt1, i started to get the strangest case of deja vu. I could have sworn that i'd never been there before, but after seeing their website and trawling through my photo archive, I came across these...

Upon further brain digging, it transpired that i'd actually been a couple of years ago, for a private function. Either the place looked different back then, or someone put a bag over my head as they led me downstairs... i'll go with the latter. Far more exciting!

The room downstairs can be hired for private functions, but also hosts a Sunday Cinema Club. Imagine filling your belly with scrumptious food, a few cheeky glasses of red, then wandering downstairs to bags a comfy seat and settle in for a good movie. What Sundays are made for!

The Sunday Cinema sessions are every, erm, Sunday, @ 7pm AND it's free to diners!

The Garrison

A horrible head cold, called for a major pick me up last weekend. As my head was full of mush, the man was in charge of coming up with the goods. And he did good! 

Seeing as all i was capable of doing was bitching (i don't do ill gracefully), he thought the best tactic would be to occupy my mind (and mouth) with food. Enter The Garrison. Now this gorgeous pub is somewhere we constantly lust after, but as Bermondsey is choc full of awesome eateries, it had never made the cut before. How silly of us! 

You know when you step inside a place and it just kind of talks to you. Well, this place did just that. There are so many little eccentricities and quirky goings on, that even before the food was served (which was damn fine by the way), i was hooked! So this is more of an interiors post, but my God, the yummy noises i made whilst eating were so obscene that the poor couple next to me started to blush! And they were French! 

Eat there! 

I am very nosey. So finding myself sitting next to a wall mounted cupboard made my fingers twitch. Yes, i am the kind of person to root through your bathroom cupboard, so a restaurant cupboard is no different! I almost yelped with delight when i found that the contents were a random shoe (yes, a shoe!)and loads of wonderful messages from previous table dwellers. This is part of the eccentric gorgeousness of the place. So after brunch, we piled up all the scribbled notes and lingered over them with a second cup of tea. Pure Joy!

Walking SE1