Another night in Soho for the London Film Festival and another quick beer and food before the screening. Running late i needed to grab a quick bite. A chance to finally visit Mooli’s. I’ve followed the Frith Street purveyor of Indian street food for some time, read the blogs and craved a Goat Mooli. I’m glad I finally made it with it’s warm welcome and laid back feel. The Mooli is generous, meaty and fresh. The crunch of chopped red onion with the hot goat wrapped in a fresh roti is just what’s required. If I hadn’t been eating on the go I may have had to go back for seconds. Don’t get me wrong. The serve is ample, but when it comes to something this good it’s just too tempting.
Tonight’s pub is Lou’s choice and one that I’ve only briefly been to before. De Hems on Macclesfield Street is ideally placed for a quick pint and then a dash to the Odeon and the Gala Premiere of Ides of March. More of De Hems in a moment.
The sight of a red carpet and a D List celebrity will not set my pulse racing. When it comes to an A Lister then I’m sorry to say I’m kinda starstruck like most. As we hurry down the red carpet we fail to notice some bloke who did a film about staring at Goats. Nothing to do with Mooli’s I’m assured. You may know him as George Clooney. Or as i think I mouthed as he took the stage at the Odeon “OH MY GOD. GEORGE F***ING CLOONEY”. Not a proud moment but hey it’s George! As Phillip Seymour Hoffman was introduced I blacked out. I’ll explain at this point that my brushes with the stars of stage and screen are relatively limited. Gordon Kaye (of Allo Allo), Halifax Indoor Market circa 1983 is probably the most notable, so you’ll maybe forgive me this slip into hysteria? The film focuses on the dirty business of politics, following a campaign team during a Democratic Primary and the journey of a young political idealist (played by Ryan Gosling) to hardened political cynic. A solid script and cast make this a must see for the more politically minded cinema goer.
From Leicester Square it’s back to De Hems for a few beers to round off the evening. Things have moved up a notch. A barmaid serves in an orange wig while the DJ is pumping out a mix of party tunes you’d know and some you probably wouldn’t. Unless you are a fan of Ta Ta Ta Voor Oranje by Feastteam, which I’m guessing you’re not. It sounds awful, but its fun, people are having a good time and as a conga line forms and drunkenly slivers through the pub it’s time to head home after another Soho night of the London Film Festival.