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Last Friday Night
Mar. 10th, 2012 07:08 pmLast night was truly epic. It was so money supermarket (and I didn't even know it). Sadly I didn't get 25% off my bill though as I had forgotten the discount print out. Makes puppy sad.
I am starting to fall in love with Bradford. Architectually, it's a stunning Victorian city and, if you scratch beneath the surface, you find a lot of interesting and different things to do and try. And this was the case last night, when a posse of seven furs headed to the Russian Restaurant followed by The Gasworks, a rock and metal nightclub in the heart of the old town.
The nice lady from Klaipeda was serving at the Russian Restaurant and was clearly bemused by our furry ways. She is soooo sweet. Sadly, there was no Solyanka this time around so we opted for Soup Khartcho (Суп ХАРЧО), a spicy Georgian soup made out of lamb. It was hearty and delicious although perhaps a little too spicy for my sensitive tastebuds. I had to go with the Pelmeni (Пельмени) for my main - I can never look beyond these raviloi dumplings - before opting for a sweet pancake with raspberry (Блинчики с джемом). Pancakes are massive in Russia and the one I had last night was gorgeous - melt-in-the-mouth gorgeous - with a nice dollop of strange ice cream on the side. Luna had a really nice honey tart while the beer toast we shared - rye bread deep fried with garlic, topped with melted cheese - was delicious. Granted the service was slow and they sometimes lack their full menu but I feel this merely adds to the Russianness of the experience. It's one of our favourite places and I am glad the furries felt the same.
After this, we headed to The Gasworks, one of the most famous rock and heavy metal bars in the north of England. I hadn't been clubbing for over three years while the dark decor, loud music and insanely cheap bar prices put me back in my university days some 10 years ago. Furthermore, the tracks they were playing resonated with my time back in Cambridge and suddenly I was moshing on the dancefloor, partying like it was 2002. There was a little lull halfway through the evening but all it takes is one song you know and suddenly your mood becomes lifted. There was music on two floors - including a live band - and this diversity meant you didn't have to wait long before you recognised a track and in the interim, you could listen to stuff you may not have heard before. This was a significant advantage of the evening and, spent in the company of brilliant friends, it was one of the greatest nights I have had in a long, long time. I think we are going to make it a regular Friday feature. Could have done with less of the punching bag though. Never been a fan of machismo.
Upon leaving the bar at around 2:30am, Wolfie was being all mean and dommy, despite Arcais's kind protestations (she was dressed to impress by the way - very gothic and very nice). Then, walking back, I discovered a kids' golf set discarded in the rubbish so we took it out and whacked Stray Jim with it repeatedly. I think Wolfie, Draken and Jim were having a fight with it. pparently Jim is still bruised and sore from the beating. Patter, Wolfie and I got a taxi back to ours and we all woke up around lunchtime today, surprisingly with little hangovers but many great memories of the night before. I particularly enjoyed the air drumming - there's nothing cooler than air drumming.
I am starting to fall in love with Bradford. Architectually, it's a stunning Victorian city and, if you scratch beneath the surface, you find a lot of interesting and different things to do and try. And this was the case last night, when a posse of seven furs headed to the Russian Restaurant followed by The Gasworks, a rock and metal nightclub in the heart of the old town.
The nice lady from Klaipeda was serving at the Russian Restaurant and was clearly bemused by our furry ways. She is soooo sweet. Sadly, there was no Solyanka this time around so we opted for Soup Khartcho (Суп ХАРЧО), a spicy Georgian soup made out of lamb. It was hearty and delicious although perhaps a little too spicy for my sensitive tastebuds. I had to go with the Pelmeni (Пельмени) for my main - I can never look beyond these raviloi dumplings - before opting for a sweet pancake with raspberry (Блинчики с джемом). Pancakes are massive in Russia and the one I had last night was gorgeous - melt-in-the-mouth gorgeous - with a nice dollop of strange ice cream on the side. Luna had a really nice honey tart while the beer toast we shared - rye bread deep fried with garlic, topped with melted cheese - was delicious. Granted the service was slow and they sometimes lack their full menu but I feel this merely adds to the Russianness of the experience. It's one of our favourite places and I am glad the furries felt the same.
After this, we headed to The Gasworks, one of the most famous rock and heavy metal bars in the north of England. I hadn't been clubbing for over three years while the dark decor, loud music and insanely cheap bar prices put me back in my university days some 10 years ago. Furthermore, the tracks they were playing resonated with my time back in Cambridge and suddenly I was moshing on the dancefloor, partying like it was 2002. There was a little lull halfway through the evening but all it takes is one song you know and suddenly your mood becomes lifted. There was music on two floors - including a live band - and this diversity meant you didn't have to wait long before you recognised a track and in the interim, you could listen to stuff you may not have heard before. This was a significant advantage of the evening and, spent in the company of brilliant friends, it was one of the greatest nights I have had in a long, long time. I think we are going to make it a regular Friday feature. Could have done with less of the punching bag though. Never been a fan of machismo.
Upon leaving the bar at around 2:30am, Wolfie was being all mean and dommy, despite Arcais's kind protestations (she was dressed to impress by the way - very gothic and very nice). Then, walking back, I discovered a kids' golf set discarded in the rubbish so we took it out and whacked Stray Jim with it repeatedly. I think Wolfie, Draken and Jim were having a fight with it. pparently Jim is still bruised and sore from the beating. Patter, Wolfie and I got a taxi back to ours and we all woke up around lunchtime today, surprisingly with little hangovers but many great memories of the night before. I particularly enjoyed the air drumming - there's nothing cooler than air drumming.
