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Don’t you just hate it when you go to your one of your favourite restaurants and suddenly the food is shite?
Earlier this year, The Other Half and I had a lovely meal at Light, in Shoreditch – great food in a great room with great service – but last night, the food was pretty dismal.
How does that happen?
If you go and they have lemon and fennel soup on the menu, steer well clear. Unless, of course, you like hot, viscous lemon. Mmmmmm.
The room is still great though, so hopefully they will sort out the cuisine.
The reason we were in the ‘achingly-hip’ east end was to go to Carnesky’s Ghost Train.
It’s like a traditional funfair ghost train but instead of ghouls, there is a troupe of female performers inside creating tableaux based on the "migrant women’s journeys from Eastern Europe to Western Europe".
Given that description, it sounds rather pretentious but it isn’t. In fact you probably wouldn’t have guessed what it was about unless you’d read that before. Although it did conjure up an atmosphere of fleeing dark, distant grey lands.
The best bit, apart from sitting in little carriages and going round in the dark, was the stunning visual effects and little magic tricks.
I particularly liked the woman who was dancing with holograms of doves.
And the fact Carnesky was inspired by the discovery that a waxwork figure was actually a mummified human when a ghost train was dismantled in the US.
It is only 10 minutes long and costs a fiver. Also, it might only be there another couple of weeks, so be quick.
Afterwards though, I’d stick to a curry seeing as you are in Brick Lane!
Earlier this year, The Other Half and I had a lovely meal at Light, in Shoreditch – great food in a great room with great service – but last night, the food was pretty dismal.
How does that happen?
If you go and they have lemon and fennel soup on the menu, steer well clear. Unless, of course, you like hot, viscous lemon. Mmmmmm.
The room is still great though, so hopefully they will sort out the cuisine.
The reason we were in the ‘achingly-hip’ east end was to go to Carnesky’s Ghost Train.
It’s like a traditional funfair ghost train but instead of ghouls, there is a troupe of female performers inside creating tableaux based on the "migrant women’s journeys from Eastern Europe to Western Europe".
Given that description, it sounds rather pretentious but it isn’t. In fact you probably wouldn’t have guessed what it was about unless you’d read that before. Although it did conjure up an atmosphere of fleeing dark, distant grey lands.
The best bit, apart from sitting in little carriages and going round in the dark, was the stunning visual effects and little magic tricks.
I particularly liked the woman who was dancing with holograms of doves.
And the fact Carnesky was inspired by the discovery that a waxwork figure was actually a mummified human when a ghost train was dismantled in the US.
It is only 10 minutes long and costs a fiver. Also, it might only be there another couple of weeks, so be quick.
Afterwards though, I’d stick to a curry seeing as you are in Brick Lane!
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