Managed to loosen a pair of jeans off enough to nip out for Clare Greenwood's birthday supper the other night – and it was a corker. Very – very – bizarrely this place disrated as the No.5 restaurant in the whole of London (at the time of booking). It's called Holy Smoke – and it is even more oddly located up a small side road (Leopold Rd SW19) which also hosts our butchers and the vets in between Wimbledon and Wimbledon Park.
So, massively handy for me (I think some kind soul had that in mind when booking) and was a top notch dinner. Small 'living room' type of size, 26 covers and you are greeted with a smoked sherry – yes, one of the few times in life when I hand my drink straight over and get my nose back into the booze list, but everyone else seemed to like it as a first touch.
Short menu, which I like these days (makes you think they know their onions – and you spend less time with your handbag-sized sad-git reading glasses perched on your schnoz) and a guy with one of those trendy long twisted beards serving (and probably stirring the food with it too behind the scenes..)
Classy shot of Madame Greenwood here proudly showing off of her smaller prezzies – luckily it was soon modelling the inside of the gift bag again.
Nice night! Cheers girls x
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the critical question though – was the food any good???