So tonight I visited the Lavender for the last time and now I'm sad. I've been going there for 6 years now, and still remember the first time I went, with M and my parents, to have a glass of wine and discuss why it was that buying a tiny, almost uninhabitable flat for £250k in Stockwell was such a bad idea (clue: it was none of the reasons stated here).
Since then I've been countless times, but in the last 18 months it really has come into its own as the haven that C and I retreat to every fortnight or so for exactly the same thing (she: chicken, no red wine jus crap, glass of chianti; me: tomato bruschetta and rocket, glass of sauv blanc; us: extensive gossip of all things work and boy related). I am just SO SAD that it is closing. We have yet to formulate a plan B that combines the same things of ridiculous proximity to both of us, great waiters who know us inside out, and guaranteed table.
There are of course other branches, as I well know - after all I did live above one of them for 2 years. The good news is that the closure of 'our' branch sees their pizza oven being donated to the Vox branch. And then there's the one on Lavender Hill. I remember going there once with GJ, only to find their oven was broken (this has happened to me three times, am I a jinx I wonder??) so there was nothing to do other than resort to wine.
Goodbye Lavender, we will miss you.
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