Poopy Puppy
Sep. 20th, 2017 11:25 pmLast night, my sister came to visit from Manchester, where she is now living. She was pleased to discover just how easy it is to travel between Leeds and where she lives, and we are hoping to do more meet-ups in future.
We hadn't met since July so it was good to catch up, which was the primary purpose of the evening. Earlier in the day, she said she fancied curry so having given her a list of restaurants to try, she decided to go for Hansa's on North Street. This vegetarian place is somewhere we had been meaning to try for a while, so we were happy to oblige, with us always discounting it largely because we often eat with meat-eating friends.
I met her at the station at 18:40 after wandering around Leeds discovering a couple of new drinking establishments, including an eSports bar underneath one of the railway arches. We then walked up to Hansa's where Wolfie was due to meet us. We grabbed a table and Wolfie arrived soon afterwards. We ordered mango lassi, which was a little watery, while the pickle tray was disappointing, with caustic unblended mango chutney one of the three on offer. Not liking lime pickle either, we over-ordered poppadoms as a result and while my main course (chickpeas and potato) was nice enough, it was a little watery and bland. This place apparently has won many awards, but I would certainly put it in the average bracket of curry houses in the city. Still, the staff were really friendly and although we were only one of two occupied tables, I did think the evening was a success.
After this, we popped to the New Brunswick for a scooner, with me introducing my sister to Mikkeller's fantastic Spontan range. She spent quite a while talking about her recent business trip to Milan, which I think she quite enjoyed, with her showing us the exquisite stand that her company had provided for a client. She also told us tales of drunken karaoke. Wolfie had driven in so was drinking lightly, and he soon had to head off as he was on call and needed to get home to deal with something. This left my sister and I alone so we decided to traipse all the way to the other side of the city to go to Northern Monk, knowing that this was one of the main craft beer places that my sister had yet to visit. She really liked it, although she was surprised I was taking her into the Victorian industrial depths of Holbeck Urban Village. One thing we didn't realise was that it was pub quiz night so the place was packed, but we still got a seat and enjoyed listening to the remaining questions. I learned I knew a lot about Calfornia but bugger all about song lyrics, while the two of us enjoyed the range of beers on offer here. Sadly, the evening's happiness was shattered by the news of the Mexico City earthquake, which made me worry about friends there (who still haven't been in touch), but despite this it had been good catching up with my sister.
I walked her back to the station for her 21:40 train and as we were about fifteen minutes early, we chatted in the upstairs part of the new concourse entrance as I couldn't get through to the platform itself. We then said goodbye and resolved to do this again, perhaps on a monthly basis, what with it being so easy.
We hadn't met since July so it was good to catch up, which was the primary purpose of the evening. Earlier in the day, she said she fancied curry so having given her a list of restaurants to try, she decided to go for Hansa's on North Street. This vegetarian place is somewhere we had been meaning to try for a while, so we were happy to oblige, with us always discounting it largely because we often eat with meat-eating friends.
I met her at the station at 18:40 after wandering around Leeds discovering a couple of new drinking establishments, including an eSports bar underneath one of the railway arches. We then walked up to Hansa's where Wolfie was due to meet us. We grabbed a table and Wolfie arrived soon afterwards. We ordered mango lassi, which was a little watery, while the pickle tray was disappointing, with caustic unblended mango chutney one of the three on offer. Not liking lime pickle either, we over-ordered poppadoms as a result and while my main course (chickpeas and potato) was nice enough, it was a little watery and bland. This place apparently has won many awards, but I would certainly put it in the average bracket of curry houses in the city. Still, the staff were really friendly and although we were only one of two occupied tables, I did think the evening was a success.
After this, we popped to the New Brunswick for a scooner, with me introducing my sister to Mikkeller's fantastic Spontan range. She spent quite a while talking about her recent business trip to Milan, which I think she quite enjoyed, with her showing us the exquisite stand that her company had provided for a client. She also told us tales of drunken karaoke. Wolfie had driven in so was drinking lightly, and he soon had to head off as he was on call and needed to get home to deal with something. This left my sister and I alone so we decided to traipse all the way to the other side of the city to go to Northern Monk, knowing that this was one of the main craft beer places that my sister had yet to visit. She really liked it, although she was surprised I was taking her into the Victorian industrial depths of Holbeck Urban Village. One thing we didn't realise was that it was pub quiz night so the place was packed, but we still got a seat and enjoyed listening to the remaining questions. I learned I knew a lot about Calfornia but bugger all about song lyrics, while the two of us enjoyed the range of beers on offer here. Sadly, the evening's happiness was shattered by the news of the Mexico City earthquake, which made me worry about friends there (who still haven't been in touch), but despite this it had been good catching up with my sister.
I walked her back to the station for her 21:40 train and as we were about fifteen minutes early, we chatted in the upstairs part of the new concourse entrance as I couldn't get through to the platform itself. We then said goodbye and resolved to do this again, perhaps on a monthly basis, what with it being so easy.