I needed a venue for a first date in Wimbledon so I asked my friends in the know. "What about Claude Bosi's place on the common," they said. "Perfect," I replied, "I'd completely forgotten about that."
So, gastro pub, not too posh, not too noisy. Could be good.
I booked. My date might have seen this as a pushy bird's move, but what the heck, he'd better find out early what I'm like. Wednesday lunch after new year. Probably no need to book but I wanted to be sure of a good run at things. Didn't want to risk traipsing the street on a first date.
I arrived early. Never done that before. Had a chance to look at today's menu. Not so different from the website but mercifully no cauliflower in sight (my date had already told me that he liked Mozart (tick) and good food (tick) but disliked cauliflower and rude people - I can go with that).
He arrived on time. Ticked all the visual boxes too. We ordered water - sparkling - January detox, at least for me.
After a nervous ice breaker chat the helpful waitress came back for the second time and we ordered.
I went for game terrine with pear chutney and brioche followed by pumpkin risotto with chestnuts. He went for crab omelette (I was tempted by this) and fish pie (a bit fishy? - should I read something into this?). The attentive waitress pointed out that the omelette was soft in the middle (damn, knew I should have had this) - good advice but no problem for the man who likes good food.
Chat getting slightly less stilted - we'd moved onto teenage boys (good - a real live area of common interest or necessity). First course arrived, nice and quick. Except my terrine came with pistachios (not a problem for me, but she didn't mention that!) and sad to say it was a rather bland affair - simple seasoning would have done the trick I feel. I didn't find out about the omelette - it had disappeared soon enough though.
Discussion moved onto sport - not a problem, I love it. Good he's a rugby fan and likes a little cricket too. We might be warming up here. The main courses arrived, again nice and promptly. Nice presentation - a good deep bowl with a show-offey restaurant sort of rim to my plate of richly orange risotto. His fish pie in a sweet little casserole dish, piping hot. My risotto was delicious, but extremely rich with probably just a tad too many chestnuts added. His fish pie disappeared very quickly. A good eater. A good sign.
Chatting moved onto previous dating horrors - him, not me, as this is my first ever (well at least the Internet type) ...well you have to start somewhere. Now we're really laughing..... Is it going well??? Oops, that's not us, it was the waitress asking if we wanted dessert. Sadly no thanks. Maybe the excesses of Christmas catching up on us??
So the meal was at an end. But what about the date. I suggested we get the bill. He said he would ask for it whilst I slipped to the loo. Came back. Chatting continued. I reminded him that we were going to get the bill. He said, "Don't worry it's all done!" What a gentleman!
How was that for a first date? Well, the venue was a good choice, despite a slight disappointment with the food. Any future???? That would be telling.