The Odeon in New York City (just down on West Broadway and Thomas - I think) is a superb place to take an out-of-town visitor… I say that, but the reality is Ben and I love it and should anyone come stay, it’s our first choice.
The French Onion soup is to die for and the French bistro fair creates a casual, convivial — yet quality infused evening. We sampled a superb Gigondas, and the main courses were precisely what we expected (big tick for expectations met).
Apart from the woman on the ‘physically handicapped, mentally able’ scooter, who careered around the room like an epileptic pin ball and the macro/micro protein only guy on our left (who actually looked like a parody of himself eating the egg white omlette and mushrooms whilst his regular sized colleagues biffed cheeseburgers)… Apart from that, the setting was sublime.
For Richard. Yes, dear reader, Richard is in my town – and I’m in it too. Let’s be clear here, Richard has been in NYC a number of times – and I’ve not been. And to be fair (and he’d loathe the fact I started a sentence with an And) – to be fair I’ve been to London a number of times and he’s not been there. Tonight we were as one (well three of us with Ben looking more like a Tom Ford model every week)…
Sweetcorn soup (which was sweet), steaks, burgers and scallops later (via a devine dessert) we left sated and in great spirits.
Clearly we were unaware tonight the heavens opened in Manhattan. We achieved a taxi for Richard almost immediately – and then took a rainy stroll home. Ben looked amazing. The rain was welcome (it’s been HOT and HUMID here for a least a decade) and I felt a bit recharged to be honest.
There’s nothing nicer that sitting opposite a couple of your most favourite men over dinner and realising that the people that matter – well – really matter.
Go to the Odeon.
Have you seen the new Tom Ford fragrance ads? Do you REALLY think that Ben looks like a shaven, heavily oiled vagina? I mean: don’t get me wrong, I AGREE with you and all – I’m just surprised.
And let’s not forget the BRILLIANT bistro we went to on my last night. I think that gave Odeon a run for its money – but maybe you thought Ben looked less vagina-ey that evening, so you’ve let it slide from your memory.