Birthday girl!
Posted by dulwichmum on Tue 11 November 2008
So, all signs of obvious opulence and excess are now frowned upon – damn! This economic downturn has arrived just in time to spoil my birthday (sob)!
James is constantly bleating that ostentation is over (gasp). Apparently those at the helm in the city of London must be seen to wear hair shirts… OHMYGOD! (Don’t despair; cashmere is hair, is it not?)
It was my birthday last Friday, and instead of a private party avec chums at Soho House, I was treated to a quiet dinner a deux at Le Gavroche.
“Let discretion be our watchword,” whispered James romantically as he passed me a pretty wrapped box (gulp). “Diamonds and platinum are so last year,” he insisted. I almost inhaled my veneers with horror and I feared he had been talking to Granzilla again – that woman hates me (sniff). To my relief, I discovered he had actually purchased these perfect Astley Clarke trinkets!
Le Gavroche was not as full as one would have expected for a Friday evening, it seems everyone will be entertaining at home from now on. Yes the usual crusty old captains, moguls and magnates were in evidence, but they were solemnly conducting business meetings or dining with their wives. There wasn’t a single silicone implant, pumped up lip or obvious bra strap to be seen! Apparently divorce is now far too expensive and no-one has the cash for entertainment – pert young Eastern Europeans are returning to their villages en masse. How will they explain their luscious surgical enhancements to their aged parents (smirk)?
I would be lying if I claimed that there was not a trace of medically assisted self improvement in the establishment, some of these spouses had obvious endured facelifts, lug and jowel removal, but this was clearly more about maintenance than embelishment (sigh).
With the jolly ethnic plates and home spun table decorations (obviously fashioned from recycled cutlery) this three Michelin star rated establishment usually lifts my spirits. However, I like to judge a restaurant by the condition of their conveniences, and as there was no soap in the dispenser, no flunky to assist with the said dispenser and not a towel for a lady to dry her hands, I was less than pleased. I hear that top class restaurants throughout the town are being stripped of their indulgent provisions by patrons who have fallen on hard times (YIKES)!
Despite the fact that we have suddenly been forced to endure a more frugal existence, I was grateful for the fact that this restaurant is one of the few establishments remaining that continues not to print any prices on the copy of the menu provided for the ladies in the party (sigh). Without a care in the world, I ordered a selection of my favourite wines and a succession of luscious courses without any trace of guilt. My man’s eyes were simply brimming with tears of joy!
Undeterred by James’ modest arrangements for my birthday celebration I managed to have a perfectly chippey time.
Dulwichmums should find that the signs of economic downturn are not all negative and embrace the new order. I have decided to look on the bright side and become a full-blown Recessionista – Hurrah!
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Adventure Mother said,
Be grateful dear, you maybe enjoying an M&S meal for a tenner next year! Gasp!
dulwichmum said,
Oh Adventure Mother,
I am deeply superficial you know! I am also however, deeply devoted to my man, and anything that keeps hims safe and close to me is a good thing, surely?
kitschen pink said,
I thought M&S was a luxury food hall- what can Adventure Mother mean? Is the recession nearly over then? Things do take a while to reach us over here. t.x
Daddy Papersurfer said,
I also celebrated my birthday last week [belated congratulations Mumsy] and we celebrated by lunching at the Burger Bar outside the B&Q in Tunbridge Wells – the tomato sauce was excellent.
menopausaloldbag (MOB) said,
So, having a kebab at the white plastic tables adjacent to the establishment that provided the repast is not in fact a top notch birthday treat then? You mean people get to nosh on down at rather more posh places? Wait ’till I get my hands on Himself – the tight fisted………
Happy belated birthday dear gal.
dulwichmum said,
Oh Kitschen Pink sweetie,
Indeed the recession is only just beginning, and I am battoning down the hatches…
Perfect Daddy,
Happy birthday sweetie. Mwah X
Thank you darling Menopausaloldbag. DM x
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