We went to Fame (the musical) as my quasi-mother-in-law's present. Before the performance, we ate at Sarastro, a theatre restaurant, near Aldwych theatre bedecked in over-the-top lamps, papier mache, gilt, gold and velvet - very faux-opulent indeed. The food was decent but we weren't that hungry so shared a few starters. These were well executed and tasty but nothing too adventurous in case Betty Blacktown (or should I say Chrissy Croyden?) should get overwhelmed by a flavoured foam.
Apparently most of the waitpeople are performers and during certain times will sing out operatic-style when announcing your order, "And here is the fruit pla-a-a-tt-e-e-er!" Incidentally, this is the highlight of the menu. It is so huge you could never eat all of it. We partook of the strawberries and blueberries, then I surreptitiously packed the apples and oranges in my bag. I stopped at taking the whole pineapple - that would have been uncouth, although I'm assured that it would have been allowed.
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whole fruit???...not what i expect from a fruit platter! shouldn't the fruit come sliced and hopefully beautifully presented?
maybe it's just me...
Hello Masala-blogger,
I'd like to invite you to participate in the You Are What You Eat meme. My post, in which I requested you to contribute, is here.
Yes, I was surprised by the whole fruit as well. I smuggled the apples and oranges home, but left the pineapple as it would have made an unsightly lump in my bag.
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