First things first: I went here on a first date.
2nd thing:…read moreThe date was awful.
So, the review (of the date or restaurant? Ha, I jest...)?
I arranged to meet my 'date' (we'll call him Jim) at Azzurro (never having heard of it, I did a quick google before I left). I went into the restaurant, which in itself was lovely - modern but relatively traditional. Then I noticed it was quiet. Not just quiet, dead. Eeep. So, needless to say, I was shown to 'our' table, where I ordered a glass of wine, and got comfortable. Jim was late (surprise surprise), so I scowered the menu, and settled on an old favourite, Penne arrabiata. This was inbetween every waiter/chef/host in the place asking me if I wanted to order "er, no, waiting on someone."
Jim eventually showed up 20 minutes late (doing well so far, mate). By this time, the large glass of wine I'd just drank was working it's way through my brain, so I was fine with it. So, he chose and we (eventually) ordered (where were all the staff from before?!), not before he had quizzed the waitress about the ingredients of the food, and their origins (when someone starts a question with, "I'm very carbon concious - do you know how far some fruit/veg travels!?" you know it's going to be a good meal).
My 2nd glass of wine arrived, and we made the obligatory small talk "what do you do? where are you from?". Well, he did anyway. I didn't get a word in edgeways. Our food came out pretty speedily, which was nice (in fact, at this point in time, it was fantastic: the quicker the food came out, the quicker I could eat, and thus the quicker I could leave), although, mine looked like it had been haphazardly thrown into the bowl. Nevermind, the proof is in the taste. My 3rd glass of wine may have skewed my tastebuds, but it wasn't the best pasta I've ever tasted, but it did the job. Jim seemed to enjoy his Carbonara (he scraped the plate with his finger so I take that as a good sign (ewwww - not in public!)).
I declined desert ("Why... another glass of wine would be just PERFECT!"), but Jim ordered one of their specials. Thankfully, before you knew it, his desert was gone (as was my wine) and we were paying the bill. We said our awkward goodbyes, walked to the underground, and was gome regaling my flatmates with the awful tale less than 2 hours after it had begun. Best part of the night.
Needless to say, I never ventured out for another date with Jim, not have I been back to Azzurro.
Maybe it was just the (awful) date, but something didn't seem to click with me here. I might try it again though, but for the moment, Azzurro, I think we should see other people (wine was good though).