On Friday, we usually eat out or order a takeaway. Today we have arranged to meet out and have supper at Côte in Chiswell Street. As Tigger is on the early shift today, that means eating around 5 pm. I dare say we can manage it, though!
Aboard the 214
There is supposed to be a bus strike today but, despite this, there are in fact buses running as not all routes are on strike. I decided to take a 214 to Moorgate.
Finsbury Square
The bus brought me to Finsbury Square, Moorgate. I imagine it must have been a pleasant square with a garden when first built but now the garden is spoilt by buildings. There is also a subterranean car park underneath it.
Martha Smith drinking fountain
In one corner there still stands the Victorian (1898) drinking fountain dedicated to Martha Smith by her sons. If they could see it now, they would no doubt be distressed to see how dirty and unkempt it is.
The lawn
The garden still has a grassy area where in summer, office workers eat their lunch and sunbathe.
Chiswell Street
From Finsbury Square I walked along Chiswell Street. It was now 4 pm and the sun was sinking behind the buildings.
The Barbican
My walk brought me to the Barbican. I find the brutalist style ugly and depressing but I must admit to a certain fondness for the Barbican Estate.
Barbican Cinemas
We have agreed to meet in the cafe of the Barbican Cinemas. That way, the first to arrive could wait in the warm.
The cinema cafe
I was first to arrive and found a seat where I would be easily visible to Tigger when she arrived.
Tea (no milk)
I ordered a tea without milk and settled down to await the arrival of my beloved.
Côte Brasserie
When Tigger arrived, we went straight to Côte Brasserie which is conveniently sited in the same building.
(Vegan) French Onion Soup
For a starter, we had French Onion Soup because, unusually, this restaurant has a Vegan version.
Mushroom and egg galette
The main course was a vegetarian mushroom and egg galette.
Night had fallen
Earlier, as I had walked along the cold street to the cafe, I had been looking forward to being in the warm. In the restaurant, though, it was so warm – too warm – that I found myself looking forward to going out into the street to cool down!
Chiswell Street
Darkness had fallen now and the scene was lit with electric lights. We walked along Chiswell Street to the bus stop.
Aboard the 153
We had just a few minutes to wait and then we were able to board a 153 which carried us home to the Angel. (In the photo, we are passing through the tunnel under the Barbican)
When we arrived home it was not yet 7 pm so we have the rest of the evening to enjoy. And, to quote myself 🙂 – “the weekend starts here!”
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