On Friday night me and Mr headed down to Toad Hall on Grand Street in Soho. In a City populated by places calling themselves Irish/British bars, which betray their Americanness with hostesses and table service, this is a proper pub. Mr and I had both been in separately to one another, and both of us immediately fell for the place. It’s another recommendation, if you like that sort of thing, especially during the day when the huge, friendly bear owners are working. Here’s us getting tipsy at the bar.

We headed to Lucky Strike next door for some grub. I had Steak with Roquefort butter and fries. He was a little less piggy with French onion soup. Sorry for the darkness of the pic, it was artfully lit and I was too hungry to muck about with the camera settings.

The next day we tried out a sports bar called Redemption on 2nd Avenue, for Saturday brunch. It was distinctly average. I had eggs Benedict, he had a lime and shrimp salad.

Sunday brunch was the much more pleasing French Bistro, La Mangeoire, just over the road from Redemption. I had my usual, he had the same but with scrambled eggs. The meal was enhanced by delicious little complimentary pastry starters, but we’d munched them all up before I could get photo evidence.

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