Last Friday was my birthday (thanks all for the best wishes) but I decided to do the celebration with friends on Thursday, so on the day itself the wife and I went out for drinks and dinner. We’d planned to try out the food at The Grove (so that I could have more delicious Banana Bread Beer), but they had two big Christmas parties in so the regular menu was off.
Instead we drank some lovely beer then went to the Vineyard Greek Taverna, a hangover from the days when Camberwell was known as ‘Little Cyprus’; the food is pretty nice, but I’m willing to bet the menu and decor haven’t changed since the place opened. I had a kleftico which fell easily off the bone, and we shared a bottle of light (although perhaps slightly too sweet) white wine.
The Hermit’s was full and the Dark Horse too, so we went back to The Grove to have more Banana Bread Beer. Mmm. Then home to dream of bananas, bread and beer.
On Saturday we returned to the Green to buy a new phone for the wife; she was quite jealous of mine, so it had to be done. Ate a Turkish pizza (still can’t remember the name) at Tadim. Noticed that the former Rhino Sports is not an off‐license, as I mistakenly assumed, but one of those open‐fronted vegetable stalls which are common on Rye Lane in Peckham; the difference, I think, is that Rye Lane has wider pavements so they don’t interfere as much.
Took a look in
Windsor & Newton Cowling & Wilcox; it’s a beautiful big shop with lots and lots of art supplies and materials. They have a lovely selection of wrapping paper and gift cards too. Didn’t buy anything, however, as we’re currently up to our eyeballs in wrapping paper (not literally).
Kennedy’s Sausages closes down after 120 years this month; I’d like us all to have a minute’s silence for the passing of this long‐time resident, please. The Bank of Cyprus has gone too. My concern is not really that they’re closing, but of what will replace them.
Apropos of nothing, here are some interesting photos I stumbled across, showing Camberwell in the 1950s.
There have been mumbled calls for a meeting with drinks soon, but no‐one has embraced the idea. What about the weekend between Christmas and New Year? Who’d like to embrace that.
On the subject of New Year, friends have persuaded us to go to a comedy club in town; we negotiated that they join us in the Sun & Doves afterwards, so if any readers will be there at 1am or so, look out for me.
That’s all; my arm hurts.