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[dugdale100]

Neon villains. Bistrotheque East London

[documentary-surrealist]

Bistrotheque - Bethnal Green, London

[hellomynameismelvin]

Large Numbers #graphic #type #numerals #mural #hackney #bistrotheque #lategram (at Bistrotheque) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8EAhj6BkeU/?igshid=lnqx5vzdtwts

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Bistrotheque

I don’t usually like to attend clubs.

Bistrotheque makes me think of the discotheque.  A place that I was never cool enough to enter.  As my friends can tell you, I’m not the grooviest guy around.  This usually means that I am made to wait outside in the cold and rain while those in more spiffy clothing (and more attractive features), jump the line.

Upon entering, this was an interesting mix of atmosphere, furnishing and food.

There was live piano music in the corner.

There were white tablecloths on the table.

Interesting menu items were on offer.

An industrial look with exposed metal beams, white kitchen tiling and exposed lightbulbs was on display.  They did enough to make it not feel like a toilet though (like a coffee place I have been), so I am thankful.

Farinata, avocado, chilli, crispy chickpeas, vegan aioli.  A farinata is a fusion of a pancake and a tortilla.  Aioli is a garlic and oil mixture.  A chickpea and an avocado is a chickpea and avocado.  The slight spice of the chilli, the smooth nicely ripe avocado and the remarkably crunchy chick peas led to a rather good dish.  It tasted remarkably fulsome for vegetables.

Totopos, red salsa, green salsa, sour cream, lime pickled red onions, coriander, fried eggs.  A new dish on the menu, this was interesting.  Totopos essentially is tortilla chips.  It was a bit of a strange dish with the crunchiness of the chips contrasting with a slightly too tart taste of the sour cream.  I wouldn’t go as far as to say that this dish was a lemon but it wasn’t really for me.

French toast with bacon, maple syrup.  The French toast was carefully seared on the outside.  The bacon crisp and less fatty than expected.  With the maple syrup it was alright, if not as adventurous as the other two dishes.

Service was crisp and professional and they did something that I have failed to see for a long long time.  They actually had a conversation with me. I’m used to be ignored in most restaurants, even when I try to make a scene.  With special thanks to our waitress, as she sought our in-depth feedback on the new totopos dish, my dining companion very diplomatically said “it was nice”.  I, in my usually less than tactful way, said that it was a bit of a lemon.  I caveated that that is just me.

When the bill appeared a few minutes later, this waitress said that the offending dish had been removed from the bill.  !!!  I guess my big camera intimidated her.  Either that, or unlike most discotheques I have been to, they have good customer service.

  A quiet eating 7/10.

Lunch (2 courses) was GBP30 excluding drinks and service.

  Bistrotheque

23-27 Wadeson Street, London E2 9DR

[theincompletechronicle]

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[ankadabrowskavisualartist]

@xtradeshop #XTRADE this weekend. Thank you all for coming and for supporting the artists. 💎

[mermaidinthecity]

PUMA x Dua Lipa launch dinner hosted by Dua Lipa at Bistrotheque in London, England - July 15, 2022

[scapegrace74-blog]

Gimme Sympathy

A/N  One more fic in the Metric universe, and then I have to knuckle down and finish the second arc of Saorsa.   This story takes place just after Lost Kitten, so after The Beginning and Breathing Underwater, but long before Lazy Dancer and Calculation Theme.  Previous fics are available on my AO3 page.

Oh, and mild warning for foul language, if that’s not your thing.

The song by Metric that inspired the title and a few lines is here.

December 10, 2016, Bistrotheque, Bethnal Green, London

“Bloody feckin hell, this place is a madhouse!” Geillis yelled as she elbowed her way back to Claire’s side in the vestibule of the latest trendy East London eatery.

“Yes, well, this was all your idea.  I was happy going out for pad thai and warm beer,” Claire retorted over the din.  Truth be told, she was excited to be out past 8pm wearing something other than her scrubs and someone else’s bodily fluids.  It had been a tough slog of a year.

“Are ye mad, woman?  Bad enough ye wouldna let me throw ye a party fer gettin’ inta medical school.  I wasna goin’ to settle for anything less than the hippest hipster joint in all o’ Bethnal Green tae celebrate yer success.”

They were eventually ushered into the cavernous main dining room, bedecked like a virginal bride with a long row of liquor bottles atop the massive central bar reflecting the pendant lights like gemstones.  Claire felt conspicuous in her slim black skirt and tallest heels, the pressure of assessing eyes on her exposed back.

Ordering a bottle of ridiculously overpriced champagne, Geillis raised her flute in salute.

“Tae my hard-working, brilliant, an’ annoyingly beautiful friend, who will be the most kick-ass doctor the Royal London ‘as e’er seen.  Dr. Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp.”

“Thank you, Geil.  Though, I’m a long way from a doctor yet,” she demurred, letting the crisp liquid bite her tongue before swallowing.

“Ach, ‘tis no’ but a formality.  Ye could pick up a scalpel now and still be a right sight better than most o’ those auld wankers we work wi’!”

“You’re a true friend, Geil.  And you have excellent taste in hipster joints.  This menu is amazing.”

The two women drank and ate and laughed and drank some more.  Geillis was a bottomless well of off-colour stories, most involving her constantly changing stable of male companions.

“So you’re saying he, err, handcuffed you to the bed frame and then... passed out cold?” Claire asked, eyes alight with mischief.

“Aye.  An’ before he could serve me, the bugger.  Anyway, tha’ was why I couldna reply tae yer texts when ye lost yer keys.”

“I thought you were speaking metaphorically, when you said you’d been tied up!”  Claire dissolved into giggles, the empty champagne bottle having been replaced by some top flight Scottish whisky.   This meal was going to cost Geillis a fortune.

“Nah.  Ye ken I would come tae yer rescue, nae matter how well I was bein’ rogered, Claire.  Thas’ wha’ friends are for,” Geillis Scots grew more broad as she plumbed the depths of intoxication, a fact that Claire had always found endearing.  “Come tae think o’ it, where did ye bed down tha’ night?  The on-call room?”

Claire blushed and stared into her half-empty glass.  She’d been hoping to avoid this particular conversation, but now she’d stumbled straight into it.

“No, I ran into an... acquaintance, when I was bumbling about in the rain.  And they offered to let me stay in their spare room.  So, will you be seeing this Norwegian personal trainer again?  It’s hardly his fault he passed out.   Knowing you, he probably drank enough liquor to pickle an elephant.”

Geillis might have been drunk, but she was still canny, and she could tell when her friend was hiding something.

“What acquaintance of yours has a spare room?  Tha’ Hawkins girl, from Pediatrics?”

“No.  No, it was... um, well, it was James Fraser,” she mumbled, hoping Geillis had forgotten his family name, or had never known it in the first place.  Either was a distinct possibility, but luck was not with her.

“Jamie Fraser!   The big ginger firefighter?!   Ye slept at Jamie Fraser’s, an’ ye failed tae inform me immediately?  Feckin hell, Claire!”

Claire glanced nervously at the tables close by either side of their own, hoping the general clamour prevented them from overhearing their conversation.

“It’s precisely because I knew you’d react like this that I didn’t tell you, Geil.  It’s not a big deal.  He happened upon me, I told him about my keys, and he offered for me to sleep in his spare room.  His flatmate had just moved out,” she explained rationally.

“Nae big deal, she says.   Alright, then.  If it twas nae big deal, tell me everythin’.   Seein’ as we’re no’ keepin’ secrets.”

Knowing there was no way to pull Geillis off the scent a juicy tale, Claire matter-of-factly described meeting Jamie in Brick Lane, the inside of his flat, and the quiet breakfast they’d shared the next morning before they’d gone their separate ways.  Something kept her from sharing the story of their middle-of-the-night encounter and Jamie’s PTSD episode.  She told herself she was merely maintaining the privacy of an informal patient, but there was something more possessive lying beneath her motivation.   Jamie had revealed himself to her in a way she knew, instinctively, he’d never shared with Geillis.  The secret was his, and now it was hers as well.

“Interesting,” her friend opined, nodding her head as though a theory had been confirmed.  “So, the wee fox cub likes his damsels in distress, does he?”

“It wasn’t like that at all, Geil.  Don’t make this about sex.”

“Hen, everythin’ is about sex.  Jus’ because ye’ve sworn off men doesna make it untrue.”

“You would say that,” Claire retorted.  “Especially since you and he...” she gestured with her hand.

“Aye.   Aye, we did.   Twas the night before ye left fer Afghanistan, if I recall,” Geillis confirmed, unrepentant.

“Just the once?” Claire asked, curious despite herself.

“Aye.  Well, twice, if ye count the time in the shower after ye puked on me.”

“Oh my god.  Geillis!   You fucked him in our shower while I lay intoxicated in my bed?  I can’t believe you!”

“We made certain ye were alright, first,” Geillis defended herself, batting her eyelashes innocently.

“Bloody hell.  Well, and?  Don’t hold back now.  How was he?”

Geillis looked abstracted and Claire knew she was reliving the night in question, four years past.  A lump formed in her throat, and she regretted asking for details.  Now the two streams had crossed in her mind, and she’d never again be able to think of Jamie without also remembering the look Geil had on her face in that moment.

Reading her friend’s glass face with ease, Geillis took pity on her.

“Ye dinna really want tae know, love.  I will say this.  He’s a good lad.   Far too lovely for the likes o’ me.”

“That’s it?  I have to listen to the minutae of every other sexual adventure you have, but Jamie Fraser is ‘lovely’?”

“Aye.  Ye do, and he is.   Come, le’s get out o’ here a’fore I canna walk.”

Stumbling out into the cloudy night, the two leaned against each other and started the long trek back to their flat.  Claire was silent, trying to muddle through her conflicted feelings through the haze of drink.  It really shouldn’t matter that Geillis and Jamie had a history, albeit a very short-lived one.  And yet somehow, it did.

“I will tell ye one thing,” Geillis began as though their earlier conversation hadn’t ended twenty minutes previous.   “The lad has the trapezius of an Olympic deity.  Ye could do far worse.”

“I could... Geil, I told you, it isn’t like that.  You more than anyone should know I’m not in the market for a man, Olympian musculature or not.   Especially now, with medical school looming.”

Geillis stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, forcing a couple to step around them, muttering angrily.

“Claire,” she said, trying to school her features into something approximating solemnity, “yer a brilliant lass, but ye’re also a damn fool.   Just cause one man treated ye poorly doesna mean they all will.   Ye’re gonna make mistakes, ye’re young.  But dinna live in the dark because ye got too close tae the flame and got burned.”

Lecture over, Geillis steered them westward.

“Where are we going?”

“Tae the chippie.  Hipster food is well an’ good, but it doesna soak up all the yummy alcohol like tatties an’ grease.”

[maisiestyle]

@Eonline: GOT actress Maisie Williams looks show stopping in a slick back look and black ensemble at the @thelovemagazine Christmas bash at @Bistrotheque in London last night. ❄

[paulomachado1-blog]

Embarque imediato: desejo que tenha todas as condições para continuar levando o respeito e amor pela Gastronomia Brasileira aos quatro cantos do mundo. E que essa energia se irradie também c/ a missão dos @foodsafaris, meu intercâmbio cultural onde quem desejar: ganha o mérito de conhecer meu mundo. Check in nos 38 feito! Já decolamos. #foodsafaris🐯 #cuisinefrançaise🇫🇷 #lehideparis #chefkobayashi #comidadebistro #bistrotheque #foiegras #chablis #magret #aniversaire #niver #foodgasm #instafood #fooddaily #foodgram #foodphotography (em Paris, France)

[davidsomervilleart-blog]

Sketch of iPod on Bistrotheque Menu by @davidsomervillemixedmedia #davidsomervillemixedmedia @davidsomervilleart #davidsomervilleart #sketch #ipod #menu #bistrotheque @bistrotheque #art #artist #artwork #mystudio #shoreditch #eastlondon #london #sketchoftgeday

[greenorchiduniverse]

#bistrô #bistrotheque #bistrobar I always thought bistros are basically French. He looks Italian. Thoughts? (at Irvine, California)

[andreacellerino]

#tb🔙 in a cold winter evening my very special reindeer I done for #bistrotheque long time ago, just recycling delivery boxes 📦 💫🌨☃️🌙🤗 #andreacellerinosetdesign (at Belsize Park)

[julieverhoeven]

‘Peas Please ‘ bread plate , @bistrotheque 🥳 15th Birthday , congrats to @davidjwaddington #pabloflack . 🥂🍽 🥂 🦴 https://www.instagram.com/p/BxCI9KzB03L/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=42jroi7rqg4v

[itsthattotm]

Bistrotheque

[ankadabrowskavisualartist]

I'm back! ⚡️Repost from @bistrotheque using @RepostRegramApp - Join us for dinner and cocktails at the Manchichi bar tonight. #bistrotheque #eastlondon #bethnalgreen #londonrestaurants #londonbar #shoreditch #hackney #hackneyroad #marestreet #eastlondon (at Bistrotheque)