"You! eat out?" I hear you cry in surprise. Ok, I admit it, me eating out isn't that unusual, especially given the fact that I view my kitchen as my nemesis [who put that there? I always feel obliged to cook.]
"Have you ever been to Jericho?" I was asked as we headed towards Oxford centre.
"No. And until they stop that nasty ruckus over the West Bank, I have no intention of going either," I replied.
"I don't mean Jericho in Palestine, I mean Jericho in Oxford," came the answer.
"No I haven't been there either," I anwered.
Oh how exciting! I was going somewhere new, but not before the usual 1 hour of circling Oxford centre trying to find a parking space. The mission was finally accomplished, and we decided to be bad and go for cocktails before dinner.Unfortunately, I forgot to take a picture of the place, so I had to nick one from the internet. Thanks to whoever took this picture.
Pic.No.1 Angels Cocktail Bar, Little Clarendon Street, Jericho
After quaffing a couple of Mai Tais (my favourite cocktail - click here to view recipe), we headed out to go and to eat.
"Have you booked anywhere?" I asked
"No." came the reply.
"You numpty," I responded, "we'll be lucky to get something to eat, it's 10pm."
"Nah, we'll find somewhere."
After walking around the streets of Jericho for half an hour (it is a nice trendy little suburb of Oxford), we eventually happened upon a small but cosy Tapas Bar that was a couple of doors down from where we started out (bloody typical eh?).
Pic.No.2 Sign for the Al Andalus Tapas Bar
Luckily, because Spanish people like eating really late (and throwing donkeys off towers), we managed to procure a table, and ordered three dishes each to share.
Pic.No.3 The Tapas that we ordered. Look, can you see that I am eating lettuce? That's got vitamins in that has
Pic. No.4 The Flamenco Dancer in Al Andalus (the lady in red in the background)
Just as we were halfway through our meal, the music turned up, and imagine my surprise when a Flamenco dancer came running into the restaurant, twisting and turning and banging some wooden things together.
"Blimey, she's supple," I noted after a couple of numbers, "and the food's really nice," I added having not eaten tapas for years.
Once it turned midnight, we decided to head home after a very pleasant meal. Go and eat there, it's good! Hang on a minute, I will take a picture of it on the way out so that you know what to look for.
Pic.No.5 The outside of the Al Andalus Tapas bar
Sorry it isn't the best picture, I think that I had lost my battle with the Mai Tais at this point.
Oh, and I need to apologise to my friend Sam. I was supposed to be going out with her in Oxford on Saturday night but I cancelled because I am a wuss. Sorry! I definitely want to go out some time soon.