Where To Go For An Apology Meal - London - The Infatuation
"Because you did the stupid thing you accused them of. Where’ve you put that letter from the landlord? Can’t believe you’ve lost it. You lose everything. Absolutely everything. Honestly, you’re like a senile goldfish. Even if you got bloody Dory stoned she’d have a better chance at not losing things than you. Nightmare. At that exact moment, you find the very important letter in your - yes, your - bag. Fuck. Run, do not walk, to your phone and book a meal at Peckham’s Levan. This casual all-day wine bar has the kind of seriously excellent small plates, and the kind of relaxed, stress-free feel that will hopefully keep your flatmate’s dagger eyes at bay. Make up meal:Hello wine list. Then comté fries, some ham, the celeriac ravioli, more natural wine, apple tarte tartin, more wine. Sorted." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing
