Recently we were lucky enough to be invited into town to attend the launch of a new book by the Dogs Trust published to coincide with their 125th birthday celebrations – ‘Dogs and Their Faithful Celebrities‘.
Yes, frankly I’m as shocked as you are that we weren’t asked to actually be in it. Outrageous oversight on their behalf I reckon!
Still, at least we got to go along and enjoy the launch party…well eventually we did, once I’d managed to get Grenson to walk past the incredibly lifelike doggy mannequins that were standing on the door and were completely freaking him out.
Once inside, as you’d imagine from a Dogs Trust event launching a book about dogs, the place was a dog-fest!
I applaud the organisers for being brave enough to put on such an event, it had the potential to be absolute chaos, but all in all the canine partygoers were pretty well behaved… apart from one big guy that got a bit too excited about being out on the town and tried to pick a fight before being dragged out by his ‘hooman’. There’s always one who can’t handle his cocktails isn’t there!?
With a room full of dogs there was only one certainty. Grenson would find the one that looked just like him to hang around with (narcissistic? Grenson? never!). And so it was that we stood idly by and watched Grenson and WiggyWright (the mini schnauzer that belongs to Matthew Wright of Channel 5’s The Wright Stuff fame – Grenson is only interested in celeb dogs these days) do the schnauzer hug for the remainder of the time that we were there.
Eventually we had to drag these new BFFs apart. Canapés are all very good but we were ‘up west’ and so a slap up dinner was in order.
Off we headed into Soho to a little place I had passed many times and each time promised myself that I’d eat at one day. Andrew Edmunds on Lexington St, is an unassuming little spot with an unassuming little name, but aren’t they always the best? Now that I had found out that they allowed small, well behaved dogs (Grenson is almost both), there was no stopping us.
This amazing restaurant is situated in an incredibly atmospheric 18th Century town house, and as we were led into the downstairs room it was like going through a time tunnel. The candle light and stylish interior could have easily been the same for over 300 years. Don’t get me wrong, that doesn’t mean that it’s covered in cobwebs. It means that it’s classically classy.
Any place that gives me a hand written menu that includes ‘Old Spot Pork Chop’ is guaranteed to make me happy.
And when they say pork chop and green beans, they mean pork chop and green beans.
When it’s this good you simply don’t need anything else. Probably the best pork chop….ever. No messing, just simple delicious food. They’ve been doing it for thirty years. They know what they’re doing. No need for fiddling about.
I cannot recommend this place enough. However, as mentioned, it’s an 18th century townhouse, those places aren’t what you’d call spacious. Intimacy is the name of the game, and so when they say small well behaved dogs only, they do have a point. Luckily Grenson on this evening was being as small and well behaved as he is able. He sat quietly at our table for the duration, with only a few sniffs under the table of the two gentlemen at the table next to us (sorry whoever you were, and thanks for not seeming to mind too much).
It probably helped that I’d threatened him with those doggy mannequins if he didn’t behave!
If you have a small well behaved dog yourself (or not, dogs aren’t compulsory I suppose), and enjoy simple food, served simply, but with a touch of magic that makes it somehow a million times better than you’d ever be able to do yourself, then head to Andrew Edmunds immediately.
And if you need something good to read whilst you’re there (it’s definitely the type of place you’d be fine going to alone with a good book for company) then follow the link and buy a copy of ‘Dogs and Their Faithful Celebrities‘. Even if you don’t like to look at pictures of Ronan Keating and his Pug (although, who doesn’t?!) then just be aware that 100% of the royalty goes to Dogs Trust. You can’t need anymore incentive to buy a copy, or maybe even two!
The Man and the Dog.