... a few years back The Viking used to run one of London's first 'style' bars called Saint... this was in the late-nineties when London was just starting to transform itself into the incredible international megalopolis it is today and these cool establishments were very very hard to track down... yes kids, there was a time not so long ago when the West End was the best end and nobody went East unless they were on the hunt for drugs or a warehouse rave... or both.
I was the day manager at the venue and loved being in the heart of town, managing the running of the bar and restaurant, meeting with staff, dealing with food and drink deliveries and generally chatting with the fine folk in the kitchen, picking up tips and hopefully hanging around long enough to pick up a few scraps... the chef was a charming young antipodean called Neil who's pacific rim influence made for some incredible menu choices that today would be seen as quite normal but back then we were the new kids on the block. He had ways with a crayfish that would leave your head reeling...