Instead there are olives, stuffed with fragrant orange, hot pink garlicky prawns and morcilla with peach and almonds on tiny toasts – all set in the muted grey tones of José on Bermondsey Street.
My old neighbourhood has changed so much in the three years since I left, some of it not for the better, but José is a brilliant addition that makes me wish I lived there again so it could be my local and I could drink Fino every night. Ahem.
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5 comments:
love the tones of these, c. everyone needs a fancy local.
i love that you are posting more often.
and i want to see a glimpse of norway soon!
I do right fancy that meat! When we going next?
we must go there the next time i'm in london (i hope that's soon). for now, I have vague jet-lagged memories of walking by this place and admiring it from the sidewalk on our mission for doughnuts & coffees ...
We still haven't been down to Druid Street. But now I know we can get our Saturday bread down there we are definitely going this weekend.
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