Long overdue catch up with my favourite Camel after the holidays!
The Camel may seem like a weird nickname for a 3-apples-high, Swedish/Moroccan dentist and it did come about after a crazy number of cocktails in Soho one lazy afternoon, where she sums up the day with; 'and here we are, a Viking from Sweden and a camel from the Sahara. Diversity you know'.
I had been keen on trying out Tramshed for ages - I'm crazy about Damien Hirst (and glitzy skulls), crazy about the other Hix restaurants and I'm crazy about chicken. And oh my gosh that was some chicken. Other people may have had some bad reactions to it coming out with the feet still attached, whilst it only awoke the caveman in me. That's caveman - not cavewoman, I have no sense of political correctness when it comes to dead animals.
And after three hours worth of chicken, wedding planning (or discussing the lack of), wine, updates on my severe hypochondria, more wine, Oprah quotes and solving the world's problems it's definitely a place I'll go back to soon.
Although when I left I'm fairly sure the cow hanging from the ceiling gave my suede boots a pretty serious death stare when I was leaving.
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| Now at least there's no doubt about what animal this is.... |
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| The camel and the chicken (the camel is the slightly taller one) |
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| Now this is chicken ecstasy in its' purest form |
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| That is one seriously scary looking cow. |
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| Love, love, love this place. |
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