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Last night, I dined out at www.quovadissoho.co.uk  and it was very nice indeed. It’s not a new place, but I had never been there before.

My lovely date ordered calf brains first…erm.

Now, maybe an Einstein or a fresh Marx brain might be a wee bit tasty, given the calibre of content, but a baby cow brain…erm. I’m already a mad cow, haha.

Oh.  Did I just consider eating a human brain there, just for a minute? Aaargh!

The film…  ‘Alive’ …Have you seen that? True story of the plane crash in the Andies? I have the book too. What would you do to stay alive? Not so much cannibalism, but survival? I cried, reading that.

If we are ever flying together, and that ever happened, I give you all permission to survive…There’s plenty of tasty meat on my flanks! And some for pudding, too! Haha.

Actually, I will try almost anything food wise, but I draw the line at some of the stuff I have seen/read of being served.

I will not try the eyes of anything, maggot infested anything, putrified anything, cats, dogs, insects, (have eaten ants in chocolate though) or the still beating hearts of snakes washed down with the blood. I have seen Gordon Ramsay and Antony Bourdain eat such horrors! Their faces were proof enough, not to try it!

Calf brains at Quo Vadis…I thought…there’s no kissing for you then my darling?  Haha.

Well. If you wash it down with the fabulous champagne at www.kettners.com  then I will. Oh, we just did…ahh…ok!

Never been to Kettner’s ( est 1867 ) either, but had a very lovely time there too. They certainly know about champagne. I really should learn more about wines and champagnes. I will do. I’m dying to show off to a luvvie sommelier one day, hey!

I love the wine prog with Oz Clarke trying to educate James Mays’ palate.

I do try you know.

‘Tell me what you smell/taste, James?’ asks Oz, his neck veins bulging inquisitively, despite knowing full well of the rubbish that will ensue.

James says, ‘Well. It tastes sort of…winey?’

‘Mmm, it’s a little short on the middle palate, I do declare..’ says Dolly.

They would then both ask me what I meant, and I would say, ‘I was just told to say that by someone else.’

(I was checking Kettner’s out for photoshoots, as ever. I do that everywhere I go anyway. All places are possible. Not just for me, but for my future lady photo career, and wow ladies, am I finding stuff ? I am, for sure!)

So…did I taste the calf brains? Yes, I certainly did, and very tasty they were too.

Crispy cream, not Krispy Kreme. Donut thank me for that tip…

But do try Quo Vadis Restaurant in Dean Street, Soho. Yummy!

Thanks R! xxx Dollymopp

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