In celebration of my favourite Chelsea crowd being back on our screens as of last Monday, it was time to finally go visit the Phene!
As per usual, I don't see the purpose of pretending that I have any other reason to insist on pre dinner drinks at the Phene other than the fact that they've shot plenty of very awkward Made In Chelsea silences there. And that is more than enough reason for me. Now, I'm not sure it would have been enough reason for normal people, but thankfully I was off for dinner with one of the Crazy Irish (I have 2 for my collection now!) and generally, there being a pub involved is normally enough reason for them to show up.
What can I say, I was completely and utterly very underwhelmed. Not by the Crazy Irish, but by the Phene.
It's fair enough to say that I need to stop expecting dry martinis to be thrown, ghetto slang to be randomly used in a Chelsea accent and Spencer Matthews to show up to ask everyone to leave the terrace so he can have a word with someone alone. Please. Manners are important in Chelsea after all.
But even if we overlook my high hopes for every place I've stalked the Made In Chelsea crowd in, the Phene was a bit... Meh. The garden wasn't all that spectacular, the pub itself looked a bit like an imitation of what they expected a posh person's living room would look like and my wine tasted a bit like feet. Get me right, I finished it - I was in the presence of an Irish woman and didn't want to insult her religious views by pouring alcohol out.
Maybe I wasn't in the right mind set as I was getting quite excited about our Big Easy lobster dinner to come and had been having quite drinkable rose with Hell's Bells elsewhere just before heading to the Phene. But I don't think that's it. I think Lucy Watson & Co have just, for the first time since the Christmas special of 2012, truly disappointed me.
I expected more from you guys.
At least the wine matches my hair.... |
One of the crazy Irish with a drink that probably tasted a bit less like feet. |
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