Introduced to me by my friend Anna, the Young Vic Theatre is a must for entertainment in London. Its plays are varied, ranging from classics to new and experimental theatre. Never have I been disappointed by any of the performances I have attended: they have all been somewhat unusual but always inspired, leaving me wanting to come back time and time again.
The close proximity of the stage and the intimate seating arrangements ensure that you can immerse yourself completely into the story being played out. Cheap tickets (£22.50 full price, £15 on preview nights) and unreservable seats make it an unpretentious evening out and one where you are made to feel part of a community.
The Young Vic, which is positioned on The Cut near Waterloo station in London, is an ideal place to meet friends after work as it houses The Cut Bar, an ebullient bar and restaurant serving simple & modern food (their burgers are good) and some pretty potent cocktails. The downstairs area is rustic with leather sofas and tables alongside a restaurant area. Upstairs, there is a stylish gallery with big windows to watch the world below go by whilst sipping a Strawberry & Basil Martini.
I cannot praise the Young Vic theatre enough and have encouraged many friends and acquaintances to experience its unusual blend of theatre and relaxed atmosphere, all for a very reasonable price.
A very nice friend of mine took me to the Ivy in London last night. The Ivy is an old stalwart on the restaurant scene so I was looking forward to sampling its delights as well as trying to spot some celebrities…
I ordered the Steak Tartare to start followed by Prawn Spaghettini with chilli, garlic and herbs. Steak Tartare is a dish I love so I had high expectations. Imagine my discomfiture when I took my first morsel and found it to be too spicy. Talk about killing all the other subtle flavours usually found in this dish!
Then came the main, a straight-forward pasta dish which had as much allure as a Primark handbag. How could something so simple, in what is supposedly meant to be a very good restaurant, be quite so dull. The 5 measly prawns were tasteless and if there was chilli and garlic in that dish, well I am going to heaven (and we all know I am not). To add insult to injury, the price of such a mediocre offering was pretty outrageous… I’d honestly be ashamed to serve this in my own home, let alone charge what they did for it.
My friend Oliver ordered the Shepherd’s Pie, which I am told, is THE dish to have at the Ivy. It was fairly tasty but had clearly been microwaved. It looked ‘old’ and sorry for itself sitting there festering in jus.
All in all, the only good thing about the Ivy was the company and the Sancerre wine we consumed. I didn’t even get to see any celebrities quaffing champagne and picking at their food… and no wonder they only pick at it.