There is always time for a snazzy night out with my homegirl Mrs Lopez, and we do do it, we do it with class and flair. Enter a lovely Summers evening. Having been turned away from the Ned (girl bye), we went to the established and welcoming Coq d’argent. Now, i could have a little rant about Ned, but I won’t. At the end of the day, if they don’t want two hot melanin mamacitas in their bar, then sling it.
So up we went in the lift after being greeted by the sweetest security. Out we popped to be greeted by a gorgeous receptionist, then we made our way to the outside terrace to get our drank on. First of all, there was a DJ playing some lovely old school soul which ticked our boxes. I opted for some prosecco because that’s kinda how I roll on a rooftop, Monique had an aperol spritz.
From our spot we could view the rooftop of the Ned with its entitled clientele who probably were not having as much fun as we were. Folk were gently shaking some shapes on our roof which had been there years before you thank you very much. Ha ha, well this was not really a roof-off, but an opportunity to check out a place I had not been to in years, with great company.
Of course, our tummies started rumbling so it was time to pop inside for something to eat. We decided to just go for a random bunch of stuff instead of the normal starter, main scenario. We went for snails in garlic, er yum. A selection of oysters, stop that with your freshness. Calamari, delicate like a virgin and a side of fries to help absorb the alcohol. I moved onto a French 75, my drink of choice these days when I am not having G&T, old fashioned or wine. Lush. The food was amazing, the waiters dancing around the room, the bar tenders creating concoctions behind the bar was mesmerizing. You would think that after all this time the place had lost its buzz, but hell no – it is still representing and a much more non-cliquey environment for your drinking desire.