After Cafe Cairo

[smokingboot]

Odd place, bit hippy, bit Casablanca, bit magical...but they ran out of drinks very fast for a Thursday night, and the combination of shisha and tobacco got somewhat pungent. Still, it was fun. We finished the evening in the Landor, a pub which remains a right bit of old tat.

On my way down the hill I saw the strangest lightning storm rising in the skies to the North West; it flashed in silence, repeatedly, like some massive UFO signalling from behind a bank of clouds. In fact I have decided to live in Spielberg land this morning, and believe that's what it was. I now need to build a mashed potato mountain and find my way into the forbidden hangars concealed under the Houses of Parliament.

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[romney.livejournal.com]

Round the corner from the London flat I used to own. Landor road was a "no-go" area when I first moved there, but has inevitably been dragged kicking and screaming ever upwards.

Quite miss the various incarnations of the Landor, but the Cafe Cairos never attracted me in.

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Yes, I am not sure Cafe Cairo is any good as an actual pub, though the staff make excellent cocktails, given enough time, and that whole souk thing is quite charming. It's my first visit there.

The Landor just seems to be this vast wasteland of wooden tables and left over chips, but I've only been in now and again over the past couple of years, so perhaps I've missed its interesting incarnations...

[romney.livejournal.com]

Some of those chips may be old friends. There's Squishy, Crispy, Salty and dippy....

Oh wait, those are customers.

Dear oh dear :-)

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

This is why Cafe Cairo isn't be a real pub...too hip for chip jokes. Now it'll never ketchup.