Yesterday I headed down to London to see a friend I’ve not seen for some time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We spent the first twenty minutes walking around Kings Cross looking for a bar where we could sit outside. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Man it was packed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I mean, what the heck are all these people doing drinking when they should be at work!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eventually we found a bar with a couple of tables available outside and made ourselves comfortable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You can tell what type of bar it was because the only lager they had came in a fashionably elegant bottle and was called Posh!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When a bar serves beers like that, you know the choice of food’s going to be equally wanky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Don’t get me wrong, I love this kind of bar, but there’s no getting away from them trying slightly too hard to be fashionable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We got the menus and there was a range of tapas style dishes and hot sandwiches. I opted to go for the hot chorizo and cheese sandwich.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Did I mention the menu was going to be a bit wanky?!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So we sat down with a cold beer and chorizo sandwich, and got talking. <\/p>\n\n\n\n