Summer is coming to an end. I’m not having such a hard time with this fact because I do love myself a good beanie, and also because I’m going back to Australia October 24th to withstand yet another summer (the torture!).
What I am having a hard time with is being far apart from The Florist Arms in East London. I owe guaranteed fun Sundays this past summer to the one and only, The Florist Arms (nicknamed The Florist).
A group of us, or sometimes just Jack and I, or sometimes just me, would find ourselves in the conveniently centered bar, order a pint of any draft beer and scope out the situation. Getting a spot on one of their comfortable couches, or their wooden tables in the front was key for front row seats to the lovely sound coming from the jazz bands. We always tried sitting near the open windows lining the two front walls of the restaurant, but it gets packed and in the summer, that’s the preferred seating!
The best thing about The Florist is that even though the pizza is absolutely delectable, they offer many incredible deals. The one I loved was: Half Price Evenings Sundays and Mondays from 6pm.
I left London weeks ago and I still feel lucky to have been around to completely devour this deal over Summer. As you can see from the picture above, peperoni pizza was the favorite for everyone. And that wasn’t just that one given Sunday, that was almost every Sunday for 3 months.
So if you visit The Florist Arms order the hot salami, peperoni pizza. It’s thin and crispy, giving you a crackling sounds that resonates in your head. My additional suggestion would be to search for the clear bottle with olive oil and red jalapeños placed on the piano, probably, and dip your slice before biting into it.
For fear of getting hungry and sad, I will stop typing now.
I’m a phenomenal Scramble with Friends player. I’m not being overly confident or cocky or anything. I just “practice” a lot. The only person who beats me 100% of the time is my boyfriend, Jack. He’s super fast moving his fingers, crazy creative with his words and unafraid of taking risks. He is unbeatable… until May 2th, 2012 that is: The day I finally annihilated him. Well I only beat him by 50 points, but it definitely counts because I still got my prize!
He never thought the day I beat him would come, so he swore to take me to dinner wherever I wanted, no questions asked, if it actually happened. Needless to say, I’ve been training for a long time. I also hasn’t had a fat, juicy steak in a long time, so it was a coincidence these two happened at the same time. I had found the French restaurant La Brasserie during my time researching Sydney and automatically thought of it when I saw my winning number of 2386.
La Brasserie is a very cool spot in Darlinghurst. Well, I think it’s cool. It’s very dark and romantic as I imagine all French things to be. The waiters had heavy French accents, so much so every time we asked a question about the menu, we got an answer that had nothing to do with what we were asking. Jack even asked for a glass of wine, right after I did. The waiter smiled when he brought mine but Jack’s never came. I still wonder what he thought he heard Jack say.
The meal started with warm toasted bread while we searched the menu. I was dying to try their escargot, but I resisted. I was there for steak and steak would be had! I ordered the Steak Frites: Char grilled Sirloin with French Fries and Jack ordered the Entrecote Frites: Char grilled Scotch Fillet with French Fries, both medium rare.
If there is a meal that feels more celebratory than a steak, I have not had it. The peppery sauce went beautifully with both the french fries and steak. The steak passed the “The Test of S” I just made up: It was soft, savory and succulent. I truly could not stop grinning. I was so satisfied I barely felt full.
I would normally be embarrassed to post before and after pictures of a meal but finishing the steak from La Brasserie in honor of my win was a victory all on its own.
118 Crown Street Darlinghurst NSW 2010