Moro

Well the culinary experience that is Moro was excellent, located on Exmouth Market in Clerkenwell its 'thang' for the uninitiated – as I quite certainly was, appears to be Moroccan and Spanish food. Now, it aint especially cheap, but it is definitely worth it, especially if you're rocking on somone else's dime, as I was on this ocassion.

Vegetarians don't get much of a look in though I don't think.. Unless you're one of those dubious 'vegetarians' who eat fish.. which is something I have never understood; the essence of the proviso usually seeming to run along the lines of "They're not meat", when clearly even a five year old could tell you, "nor are they a vegetable". Anyway. Legume based dishes were in evidence, but they were heavily outflanked by their meat based cousins.

I had some calves kidneys on toast to start, followed by Sea Bass with a cream sauce and leeks and yes I know I'm possibly starting to sound a bit like Michael Winner in his Sunday Times column 'Winner's Dinners', but consider kind sirs: in my reduced state I mostly subsist on noodles and sardines, or whatever marrow I can extract from the bones the kind people at the workhouse let me smash.

All very nice anyway, and afterwards I hooked up with my friend Will at some unlikely sounding pub on upper street for a couple of jars.

Then today it was back to the dentists for my second filling, which was pretty straightforward. My dentist appears to be the most mild mannered man possible as well, which is reassuring. Then again, I don't think he'd be a very succesful dentist if he modelled himself on a more unpredictable role model, 'The White Angel' from Marathon Man, for instance (though having said that, such characters did seem to prosper in the 50s, if my mum's tales are anything to go by).

Hopefully, tomorrow promises excitement. I'll keep you posted on that though.