Facing the world (having some lunch)

I did Going Out this weekend. Going out for dinner (and drinks, oof, so many drinks), and then Going out for Art. In other words, I got on the tube  (THE TUBE) and went into town (TOWN! London! A WHOLE DIFFERENT POSTCODE!) and went to the National Gallery (!!!!) to see their fantastic Titian mini-exhibition, and their lovely Nicholas Maes show and one of their prescribed routes through the main galleries.

It was life, like it used to be. Sort of. If you don't count the masks, sanitiser, glaring at people sitting in the same block of seats on the tube, the one way signs, or... well.

This is where I had lunch.

"Lunch."

Yes, that's a Caffe Nero chocolate frappe, eleventy billion of your Earth calories, and all I could face from the various food outlets open in what is usually the worst place in London for food. But there's nowhere else. I came home on a train approaching normal levels of busy, and finished off my doggy bag from the night before, more than a bit chastened.

So. Yes. I think I'll be making my own lunches for a while longer, let's say.

I wasn't exactly thrilled when I got out of back to back calls at 12.45, with a 2pm meeting to come, to discover lunch was something I hadn't yet started.

But it was eminently doable. I do like Persiana. Recommending it is redundant on here, so many of you have recommended it to me already. But I shall warmly endorse its pistacho and feta dip anyway. Maybe 5 minutes to make, if you have pistachios, lemon juice, feta, dill, coriander, oil, yoghurt and a blender. And I had all those.

I shall be eating this for a while, because really why wouldn't you use a whole pack of pistachios even if the recipe says it'll do for 8 people at a buffet? But that's okay. It's fresh, sharp, salty, green tasting. Tomorrow I might even manage a side salad... And it resolved the issue of lunch for another week.

God, there are a lot of weeks now.