Eating Sushi In A Slightly Run Down Open Space In North London
On Friday I ate sushi in a slightly run down open space in North London. This wasn't a planned picnic, it just happened. Should you ever feel the need to do such a thing yourself, either through accidentally finding yourself in that situation or as a result of meticulous planning, you should read the following review.
I grew apprehensive as I assessed the scene. Was this the place to consume such culinary delights? There was an old drunk sitting on a bench cursing at a tree, a small group of rowdy school kids smoking cigarettes on another, and a flock of belligerent looking pigeons separating them. On the verge of turning around and lunching elsewhere, a sudden wave of defiance took hold. This was as much my space as theirs. I wasn't going to allow myself to be intimidated.
I could see a vacant bench at the far end of the small green area overlooking an imposing housing estate. Hiding my bag of food from the all-seeing pigeons, I waded through the rubbish towards my selected picnic spot. I sat down, pulled out the package containing my lunch, and sombrely took in my surroundings. It wasn't long before the first interruption made itself known. I was literally just beginning to eat when I felt movement around my feet. Damn pigeons! They're on to me already. I didn't look down and continued to eat. I could still feel something persistently pecking around my feet. I soon discovered that my aggressor wasn't in fact a feathered challenge for my food, but a reminder that the food I was attempting to eat really wasn't the norm around here. A Mcdonalds bag was attacking me, probably because I was eating something healthy. I lifted my feet allowing it to continue its journey towards the estate in front of me. This opened the floodgates for all manner of cartons and wrappers of the same kind.
Peace again. About halfway through my meal, I noticed the group of school kids edging towards me. How cool they looked puffing on their cigarettes. I must reconsider my position on smoking. I knew I wouldn't get through my lunch without another interruption, so I braced myself for some juvenile social interaction. They slowed to a snails pace as they passed, then the conversation began.
"Mmmm, that looks nice." Commented the cocky one of the outfit between deep puffs of his cigarette.
"Yes it is." I replied, considering which bit to devour next.
"Can I have some?" Paved the way for some giggling from the other boys. This guy clearly has a career ahead of him in comedy.
There was just about enough time between mouthfuls for me to decline the boy's request. "No." With that they disappeared in a cloud of their own smoke.
My next interruption arrived on four legs. A small dog now approached the scene, his wet nose homing in on the contents of my carrier bag. He didn't seem too deterred by my pulling the bag from his reach, and proceeded to climb up me to get what was rightfully his. Intervention came in the form of his owner running to my rescue. Mumbling an apology from under his breath, he picked up the dog, turned him around, then put him down, pointing him in the direction he wished him to travel. Not easily distracted from his mission, the dog simply turned around and continued his attempt to steal my food. I've always paid particular attention the saying, 'a fool is not some one who makes mistakes, but some one who doesn't learn from them.'
The fool picked up his dog, turned him around, then put him down again pointing him in the direction he wished him to travel. Finally forced to admit defeat, the fool carried his dog until he was on the other side of the gate.
I had just finished the sushi and unwrapped a chocolate brownie. I'd intended to finish my lunch where I was, until I noticed two of the pigeons huddled together speaking in low voices. Before I knew it all eyes were on me and the distance was closing. The sight of fifty or more beaks marching towards me prompted an instant withdrawal. I left hurriedly, passing the drunk to throw my rubbish in the bin.
'Fucking idiot!' He shouted at an Oak. The tree ignored him.
I don't think I'll eat there again.
I grew apprehensive as I assessed the scene. Was this the place to consume such culinary delights? There was an old drunk sitting on a bench cursing at a tree, a small group of rowdy school kids smoking cigarettes on another, and a flock of belligerent looking pigeons separating them. On the verge of turning around and lunching elsewhere, a sudden wave of defiance took hold. This was as much my space as theirs. I wasn't going to allow myself to be intimidated.
I could see a vacant bench at the far end of the small green area overlooking an imposing housing estate. Hiding my bag of food from the all-seeing pigeons, I waded through the rubbish towards my selected picnic spot. I sat down, pulled out the package containing my lunch, and sombrely took in my surroundings. It wasn't long before the first interruption made itself known. I was literally just beginning to eat when I felt movement around my feet. Damn pigeons! They're on to me already. I didn't look down and continued to eat. I could still feel something persistently pecking around my feet. I soon discovered that my aggressor wasn't in fact a feathered challenge for my food, but a reminder that the food I was attempting to eat really wasn't the norm around here. A Mcdonalds bag was attacking me, probably because I was eating something healthy. I lifted my feet allowing it to continue its journey towards the estate in front of me. This opened the floodgates for all manner of cartons and wrappers of the same kind.
Peace again. About halfway through my meal, I noticed the group of school kids edging towards me. How cool they looked puffing on their cigarettes. I must reconsider my position on smoking. I knew I wouldn't get through my lunch without another interruption, so I braced myself for some juvenile social interaction. They slowed to a snails pace as they passed, then the conversation began.
"Mmmm, that looks nice." Commented the cocky one of the outfit between deep puffs of his cigarette.
"Yes it is." I replied, considering which bit to devour next.
"Can I have some?" Paved the way for some giggling from the other boys. This guy clearly has a career ahead of him in comedy.
There was just about enough time between mouthfuls for me to decline the boy's request. "No." With that they disappeared in a cloud of their own smoke.
My next interruption arrived on four legs. A small dog now approached the scene, his wet nose homing in on the contents of my carrier bag. He didn't seem too deterred by my pulling the bag from his reach, and proceeded to climb up me to get what was rightfully his. Intervention came in the form of his owner running to my rescue. Mumbling an apology from under his breath, he picked up the dog, turned him around, then put him down, pointing him in the direction he wished him to travel. Not easily distracted from his mission, the dog simply turned around and continued his attempt to steal my food. I've always paid particular attention the saying, 'a fool is not some one who makes mistakes, but some one who doesn't learn from them.'
The fool picked up his dog, turned him around, then put him down again pointing him in the direction he wished him to travel. Finally forced to admit defeat, the fool carried his dog until he was on the other side of the gate.
I had just finished the sushi and unwrapped a chocolate brownie. I'd intended to finish my lunch where I was, until I noticed two of the pigeons huddled together speaking in low voices. Before I knew it all eyes were on me and the distance was closing. The sight of fifty or more beaks marching towards me prompted an instant withdrawal. I left hurriedly, passing the drunk to throw my rubbish in the bin.
'Fucking idiot!' He shouted at an Oak. The tree ignored him.
I don't think I'll eat there again.