Congratulations to us. Wennie’s Affairs has been up and running for one month. I do not know if impetuous us understood the hard work that blogging would entail, the very first night we embarked on this voyage. Tonight's post is therefore a celebration of bonfire night and one month of us proving we can (somewhat) survive. Since it was Bonfire night, only a lofty dais, ample champagne and good company would be the winning formula.
The Hilton on Park Lane is an icon in London. Tall and ugly, it epitomises the 1960s concrete jungle. In stark contrast the interior is like warm milk and honey. Situated on the 28th floor is Galvin at Windows. Renowned for its superior breath taking views over London, it would play host to our evening. We had some trouble getting seated and had to wait. We were a trifle irritated having called twice to ensure a swift entrance and being told reservations were not required. However, once we were in the bar and seated, we started to relax and separate our work and weekend beings. It was definitely a champagne night and we settled for a Henriot.
I cast my eye around the joint and soaked in the atmosphere. Hypnotic chillout grooves played softly in the background. The room was dimly lit, so that one could inhale the night skies. The décor was bordering on frapper. Amber shades filled the bar, creating a calming glow. I eyeballed the clientele. They were mainly your city suits, mature types and an old guy who was topping one hundred with a forty year old trophy girlfriend (not bad going grandpa).
The Henriot was like sipping bursts of spring. We tasted cantaloupe melon and a hint of grapefruit, a very refreshing choice. We were home. Then the fireworks began. At first short bursts of light appeared in the corners of our eyes like a mirage. Our table was virtually in the middle of the room facing the windows over west London. The fireworks were raining over Fulham, Chelsea, Kensington and Bayswater. Chards of light pierced the sky like a joyous Armageddon. Fountains of fire reigned over the sky. Keith and I “oooed” and “ahhhed” appropriately, pointing like ten year olds. Chandelier earrings were hanging delicately from the heavens. Balls of duplex lights exploded one within the other. As London lovers, it is a powerful image to see our capitals skies aflame with orbs of bursting technicolour lights. The temptation to stay for another bottle of champagne was too great given our front row seats, so we opted for “Galvin’s” own. The taste was similar to Lanson, but to be frank the Henriot had been more interesting and lighter. Although the service was bordering on too attentive in terms of topping up our glasses, better that than waiters standing around nonchalantly contemplating how to tie shoelaces and “my little ponies”.
Despite the wait to be seated, we would return to Galvin’s, either for another fireworks celebration or as a retreat from west end shopping. The amazing, stunning view over London makes this bar a crowd pleaser for the toughest customer, even if there was a resident stinky camel which spat and pooped in the corner. I have no doubt that we will be back. View Larger Map