This is the name of a Kesha song and it is the name of a vegetarian restaurant in Shepherd's Bush. One of these things I like, the other I just don't see the point of, other than this one off provision of a blog post title. (Please excuse terrible quality of photos courtesy of iPhone and Blah Blah Blah's mood lighting.)
Mo and I went to Blah Blah Blah on Goldhawk Road last Friday night. It has recently had a refurb (not that I could tell) and a change in management. I last went there two years ago with my very vegetarian (she is borderline vegan and suffers from a number of food allergies) friend CeCe and we both walked away impressed and full, sans stomach irritation. I've been looking for an excuse to go back but seeing as NewMan and the majority of my friends are all carnivores I've had to wait until now.
Rumoured to be a hit with BBC staff parties we expected the worst after booking a table the Friday before Christmas. Instead it was an empty restaurant but for a fairly well behaved Christmas party of 8. Blah blah blah is a BYO restaurant, which after you've spent as much money on bad restaurant wine as I have can only be a good thing. Though I suppose I should maybe have learnt by now that the-close-your-eyes-and-point-method isn't always fool-proof when it comes to wine lists. The service was friendly with a warm welcome from the on duty Manager amusingly resembling Teller from Penn & Teller.
Mo and I shared a starter of Halloumi Toasts, basically fried cheese, and enjoyed doing so. Though it wasn't quite how it was described in the menu (there was no ciabatta bread that I could see, and I wasn't that drunk at this stage) it was a nice light starter to share (i.e. I could have eaten 7 more).
I chose the Wild Mushroom Linguine as my main and it hit all the comfort food spots that it needed to. Well-cooked pasta in a creamy sauce with flavour-full mushrooms and the added surprise of garlic and walnuts. Too many years ago I spent a summer travelling around Italy and as my absolute favourite cuisine I consider myself a good judge of pasta. This didn't disappoint though the mushrooms weren't quite as melt-in-my-mouth amazing as I like. Mo had the Caribbean Curry which I was permitted to try. It was also delicious; a spicy take on coconut curry instead of the de facto creamy coconut curries which are more common. The plaintain was also cooked to perfection. We both finished with empty plates.
Though tempted by the desert menu we decided to finish our Tesco bought Cava (what?! it's Christmas!) and saved any available stomach space for more drinks as we were heading on to the Notting Hill Arts Club.
For a meat eater I think the sign of a good vegetarian restaurant is finishing the meal and realising not once have you missed meat. I think it's fair to say that Mo and I didn't give meat a first or second thought as we relaxed and enjoyed Blah Blah Blah that night...That is until about 2am Saturday morning when we found ourselves chowing down on Chicken Milanese bagels in Bagel Bite; absolutely no reflection on the food at Blah Blah Blah and absolutely a reflection on us and our drinking habits.