A long time ago I mentioned a club, the only club in the village of Tynemouth. Village and “club” don’t sit well, naturally, and it was a dive. It was fun, I’ll admit, but sticky floors, tacky wallpaper and a perving-platform surrounding the dance floor aren’t exactly the most appealing mix.
You wouldn’t believe something that sounds so bad could now look like this
Thought not. I couldn’t either! The leopard print carpet lured us in the first time round and the glitz, glamour and grand piano (pianist included) made us stay for lunch. Tasted as good as the decor looked, so when I got whiff that there was a new burger menu in town with Lorelei’s name written all over it, it was just a matter of time before I made an excuse to go back.
This time I took my Dad and his lovely wife-to-be as a treat for their birthdays, after being distracted by my Uncle&Aunties new pup outside that is. He is gorgeous and his name is Ted. I want him all for myself. Note to self: say hello to the humans before the dog next time.
We slid into a booth, chatted work, life and my fast approaching travel adventures to monaco and beyond and our canny waitress popped our antipasti down for us to tuck into. Flippin love antipasti, no matter how silly it sounds to say it – especially with a Geordie accent.
Now I know I said it was a burger menu I went back for, but I’m off to Monaco for the Grand Prix next week so I’m trying to be healthy and detox a little, soooo I kind of ordered a salad… Hey! Stop judging me! I swear it sounded really, really nice. Fresh, smoked mackerel on a bed of flavoursome mixed salad, topped with sweet pear slices.
I hope my description made it sound good, because it was crap. Like, I had to force myself to eat it because I was starving. The salad and pears were delicious but the mackerel was ruined by this overpowering acidic, peppery type flavor that just did not sit well in my mouth at all. Should have gotten the burger. Stupid.
I really can’t fathom why I didn’t get a burger. Monaco shmonaco, I want a burger! At least Dad and Emma were well impressed and finished off theirs with a smile and an over-full tummy. I didn’t experience the burgers, but I can vouch for the fries being pretty top notch. So the moral of that story was: “Keep calm and JUST ORDER A BURGER FOR GOODNESS SAKE”.
Necklace – Dorothy Perkins || Basic black bodysuit – New Look || Jacuard Trousers – Oasis || Shoes – BCBG Generation
I mean that tummy just looks like it’s crying out for a burger! But alas, I have learnt my lesson and despite the fact that I left a restaurant starving, we had a crackin’ night.
I’ll be coming back for a burger Lorelei, but I might give your salads a miss in future.
Tagged: Birthday, burger, lorelei, meal, salad
