Like the (s)wanky buisnessman that I am, I had lunch today at the OXO tower. I'm not much of a judge, but the food seemed OK. The view was good and the service was leisurely, but we wanted it to be like that.
But thoughout the meal, my 'dad-joke' side was not able to forget this:
I know a lot of people have seen the (now deleted) OXO tower review from the London Eating website - I got a few e-mails pointing me to it at the time - but if you didn't, it's here (a quick Google found it copied onto someone's blog):
"When my boyfriend told me he wanted to take me up the Oxo Tower for my birthday, I was a bit hesitant at first because I didn't really think it was my scene. How wrong I was! I mean, yeah, so it's a bit of a strain on the old back pocket, and I admit I did feel a bit uncomfortable initially.
But a couple of cocktails helped me relax and soon I was really getting into it - we carried on well into the night. It was a great experience and I really loved it - so much so that I won't let my boyfriend take me anywhere else now! So if anyone ever wants to take you up the Oxo Tower, just throw caution to the wind and go for it!"
Anyway, that aside, I'm not sure I quite fit in at places like this. As I said to the waiter, "do I LOOK like I'd prefer brown bread?"