Possibly through some level of divine intevention, I succesfully dragged myself out of bed, put my face back on and forced myself Westwards once more for another outing with some rather fabulous ladies.
Following a hellish tube ride (there were other people there) to Kensington I finally arrived at Sticky Fingers where the other two members of the Blonde Ambition Trio were waiting. We used to be a quartet but then Yummy Mummy abandoned us for silly Singapore.
Seeing how hungover I was at this stage, the one thing that kept me going was the idea of some properly greasy American grub. With cheese on top. Seriously, anything with cheese would basically have worked for me. Or so I thought.
It's quite a cool place - but what else would you expect from an ex Rolling Stone? Old fashioned diner style with plenty of rock memorabilia, even the waiters look all rock star-esque. So with regards to ambience - well done Mr Wyman!
After chatting for ages about exams (Blonde no 1), travels (Blonde no 2) and man drama (Blonde no 3) we came upon the horrible realisation that all this talking was done with very dry throats. Where on earth were our drinks?
It ended up being a 20 minutes wait for a very bland hair-of-the-dog mojito - which I in my very hungover state was not at all prepared for. Speed and strength would have been two very strong selling points for me at the time. But, the waitress was so lovely and apologetic that I couldn't really bring myself to be annoyed with her. Damn, hungover me - loosing my touch completely.
After the bland drinks, we were onto the food. Now I really wanted this to be amazing. Nothing would fix me like a perfect all-American food orgy. That sadly did not happen. The burger was quite tasteless, the paprika fries over spiced and the Mac'n'Cheese terrible. How can you fail so badly at Mac'n'Cheese?! Pret a Manger manages just fine and theirs is mass produced and only £4.95!
It was somehow too cheesy - I did not even know there was such a thing! Well, the top was too cheesy and non-crusty whilst the rest was just soggy. It really was not an enjoyable experience and fixed exactly non of my hangover.
The ribs did look good though. And I don't even like ribs! So maybe that's where we went wrong.
After the unsatisfying meal I tried to wake myself up with an espresso martini and failed miserably. In other words, our grand plans of heading to Blag Club or Piano Bar post dinner were shattered as I attempted a power nap in our booth.
45 minutes after leaving I arrived back home in Shoreditch and could not resist grabbing a pizza slice whilst walking home from Aldgate. Now that is the type of cheesiness I'm talking about!
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| A trio of blondes! |
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| Plenty of grease! |
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| Failed attempt at waking myself up! |
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