So I guess you thought I’d faded quietly into that sweet night. No such luck. I’ve just been busy. I’ve been travelling a bit (Prague, Madrid, Brussels) all of which I’ve blogged about before so didn’t think it was worth blogging again. Though I did have a nice sandwich in Brussels. Also, I’m one of those busy working fathers you’ve been reading so much about, so opportunities are not coming thick and fast.
Which is why you should be so impressed that I schlepped all the way to horrid South London for lunch with Mrs Del Monte’s chum Sketty. We had been aiming for a Ghanaian place in Brixton Village, but it looked closed so we headed for Valhalla instead. It’s a fairly unremarkable place and blends in well with all the other hipster, organic, hemp-lined cafes but service was efficient and they weren’t afraid of offering up not only meat, but Danish meatballs, the least locally sourced type of meat around, and excellent in a sandwich with bacon and cheese. It almost made me wish I were hungover. The breakfast menu looks enticing as well. This was accompanied by my rapier wit and a strawberry milkshake. The waiter asked if I wanted cream with my milkshake which I thought was terribly polite. The number of times that waiters, kitchen staff, busboys, chefs and sometimes other diners gleefully tell me that cream was added to an order after I’ve eaten it is starting to seem suspicious. I’m pretty sure that cream doesn’t belong on filet mignon?
£30 for 4 people does seem a little much for sandwiches, but I’ll likely return. I don’t know if there are any other Danish restaurants in London but it seems like there would be a market for Smørrebrød in London. The ones I had in Copenhagen were excellent!