London Lite Tuesday, 18 August 2009 19 sashimi again? POSH DATE Email your restaurant reviews to love@thelondonlite.co.uk The high life: The Fellows roof terrace MY BOYFRIEND works in Kings Cross which isnt a location youd associate with a civilised romantic dinner. But he suggested we meet in The Fellow (24 York Way, N1, 020 7837 3001) round the corner from the station, and take it from there. So we grabbed a couple of drinks from the bar downstairs and took them up to the venues new terrace -- a gorgeous and secluded little spot off the first floor, a million miles away from the hustle and bustle of the station. Having perused the menu we decided to stay on and eat (his treat) and as it was a lovely evening we stayed alfresco, too. We started with delicious endive, pear & blue cheese salad (6.50) for me (mental note, definitely one to make at home) and pan- fried duck egg with pea shoots and crispy bacon (6.75) for him. This was followed up by seared fillet of hake with clams and samphire in a white wine butter sauce (14) and wood pigeon breast with baby carrots, asparagus and caramelised hazelnut salad (12.75). For dessert we both had English apple tart with whisper-thin pastry and crme frache which was served with a seriously moreish butterscotch sauce (5.75). We drank a bottle of Hatzidakis Cuve from Santorini which the waitress recommended. At 36 it wasnt exactly cheap but it was perfect. It wasnt something we would have considered as a rule, but well certainly order it on our next visit. Come to that we might even go to Santorini! KATE, HOLLOWAY something different. Sarah had a chicken dish and I chose prawn tempura with some saki to loosen things up a little. We talked about work for a while as were both journalists. Sarah works on trade magazines at the moment but also writes a blog on dating. One of the first questions I asked her was whether Id feature on it, but I havent actually checked it yet to see if I am mentioned. We found lots to talk about other than work, ranging from travel to weather, to where she comes from and what we do day-to-day. I wanted to go on the date as I was hoping to meet someone that I would never come into contact with normally and that was the case with Sarah. She lives in St Albans and I live in Notting Hill, so we dont mix in the same areas much. I think socially we both like to have a bit of fun but know when to be serious, too. I go to the theatre and galleries a lot and so does she. We talked about travel for a while as Ive been to Japan a couple of times and it came up as we were in a sushi restaurant. Plus a couple of days before the date, I got back from Iraq, where I was doing a story. Ive also spent a lot of time in the Middle East and Africa for work and pleasure. Sarah hasnt travelled as much as I have but weve both spent some time in LA so swapped a few stories about that city. There was some attraction there, probably from the moment I laid eyes on her. I liked Sarah from her description and picture and I wasnt disappointed on the night. The whole evening definitely felt like a date -- Sarah was very friendly and we had a great time. We went out for quite a while after dinner, for some more drinks and a dance and just lost track of time. Weve spoken since and have discussed meeting up sometime this week. All in all it was a wonderful date -- Sarah was delightful. Sushi-making class is 75 per person for three hours. Next class is on 29 or 30 August at YO! Sushi St Pauls (sushischool@yosushi.com, 020 7841 0714). INTERVIEW BY SHARON BRENNAN I said Yes and was impressed When I like someone, Im a doofus Twosingletonsshare theirsearchforlovePlaying thefield I HAVE been rather anti-boys since my encounter with the cheating fianc last week. I might have even uttered drastic words such as: Im never dating again -- so my friend Chloe decided to enforce a Yes Girl weekend. The rules are simple: you have to say Yes to any opportunities that come your way. So when she asked me to join her on a double date -- even though I couldnt think of anything worse -- I had to say yes. And of course its inevitable that when you are against meeting someone, thats when you suddenly come across someone you like. Even though I was there almost against my own free will, when Chloe introduced me to James I was pretty sure Id want to stay for more than one drink. There was something about him that was engaging and set me a little bit off-kilter. When I tried to be witty, I stumbled over my words and went red. Typical -- I always fall to pieces with guys I like. But we bonded over a mutual obsession with the meerkat adverts and started talking as though there was nobody else in the bar (usually I hate people who do that). He told me he lives in Paris during the week -- how romantic. And how perfect. Obviously I dont want a proper boyfriend I have to see all the time, but a regular weekend fling is different. Even happily single girls want a Sunday Night Boyfriend... its the most rubbish night when youre single. And weekend downtime is more acceptable when you have someone to stay in with. Somehow its lazy if you spend all day in bed watching films by yourself but, with two of you, its quality time. I suppose Im getting carried away, but he did ask to see me again next week, to which, of course, I said: Yes. (Its the rules after all). FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER.COM/ROMILLY_LITE W HEN it comes to asking somebody out who I really like, I become a gawky, tongue-tied doofus. I was introduced a few weeks ago to a very cool redhead. There were a few group meet-ups, Facebook friend requests were exchanged and all signs pointed to the inevitable asking out. Which I did. Appallingly. We were at a busy Soho pub last Friday, with friends waiting for us to return with their drinks. While desperately gunning for the barmaids attention and with about three people separating us, I asked the question. So, I was wondering if you want to go and get some food, or maybe a drink, or, um, coffee one day? Or not? Doesnt really matter. Cool. She didnt hear me. Pardon? she yelled. Do you want to go out? I bellowed, far too aggressively. On a date? she asked, bewildered and looking like she regretted offering to help me with drinks. Incredibly, she agreed. And then there was nobody else in the bar came the waiting. I sent a text the next day suggesting a day for the date. A few hours went by without a reply. No worries. Thats completely normal. An entire day passed. The excuses in my head began -- her phone has broken, shes unwell, shes playing it cool, someone must have died! And then, just as I was about to break and send another text, she replied. She couldnt make that night, but was I free next week? So were on for next Tuesday. If Im this bad now, what in Gods name am I going to be like next week? FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER.COM/CHARLIE_LITE Romilly Chambers came the waiting. I sent a text the Charlie Parrish On a roll: amid some serious flirting, Benjamin and Sarah learn the art of sushi-making with chef Pog on their date at YO! Sushi index.html2.html3.html4.html5.html6.html7.html8.html9.html10.html11.html12.html13.html14.html15.html16.html17.html18.html19.html20.html21.html22.html23.html24.html25.html26.html27.html28.html29.html30.html31.html32.html33.html34.html35.html