After a Saturday at work, coming home to a party in full swing is a welcome tonic. In fact, there were many welcome tonics that evening, including a 1989 Arrowfield tawny port from my homeland: mellow, smooth and delicious (both the port and my homeland).
Celebrating the wonderful Vanessa’s birthday, spirits were raised as the spirits were lowered. We ploughed through Marmalade Vodka, Scotch and some delightful herbaceous French drink.
Being rather small, by the time I left the house to meet my friends, I was quite merry, which is why I thoroughly enjoyed the cheeseburger from hip bar/bakery Graveney and Meadow in Tooting. Although hazy, I do remember making the claim that it had much more flavour than Patty & Bun. I also remember the burger being juicy and a bit greasy and not wanting it to end.
Although no shade of giggling blush, the meat was not dry and although a terrible uninspiring photo, the burger was not.
