It was a good 'un

Whilst all around political editors debated and dissected the budgetary issues of the UK, Mr MDS and I nipped out in the cold London air to celebrate.

It felt a bit like we were indulging in some hedonistic pleasure while Rome burned as we entered Hix Soho on Brewer St. It is by no means opulent but it is new(ish) and exciting. We went down stairs to the bar for a pre dinner drink. It is such a good venue that in the midst of my meaningful discussion with my beloved he said 'cool bar'. I had to concede it was a point well made and dropped any attempt at deepness.

My champagne was served in a delightful glass and I made Mr MDS undertake a photo which was not cool in a cool bar. I actually look different in the photo but not in a good way and my up do is lost in the coolness of the dark ambience. But the glass is magnificent so I'm ignoring my vanity. I'm also wearing the dress I bought off Mrs Bossa and altered.



Then it was upstairs for dinner. Mr MDS loves Mark Hix, he is good blokey chef and I've always enjoyed his chef aesthetics even if sometimes the food is too rich for me. I always select the lightest possible food on the menu. But you can't go to Hix's establishments and not have oysters.


There was a choice of three types and I asked the waiter his view on the rock or natural after discounting the Duchy of Cornwall's ones. After more questioning he did reveal lots of people spurned the royal oysters, it seems there are a lot of us anti-royalists around. I choose some good old Essex rocks which were delicious and I only had 3, which I think is enough.

The rest of our meal was delicious and the wine was superb too. It was such a lovely wedding anniversary evening.


Oh the glamour of getting the train home even in Prada shoes!