A Seat in the Sky
Up the Heron Tower,
Squeezed into the lift,
Time for Duck and Waffle;
A little wedding gift.
Two wonderful friends are tying the knot
And in celebration we chose this spot.
Led over to our table,
Glancing round with glee,
We sat by the window
To see the whole city.
Our glasses clinked when champagne had been poured
Menus checked out and all diets ignored.
For Saturday brunch,
But the duck, egg and waffle
Upon which to munch.
Waiting to try this for many a moon
The time had arrived to pick up my spoon.
Drizzled with syrup,
All crunchy and gold,
My emotions for this one
Could not be controlled.
Whoever came up with this creation
Shall receive from me some adoration.
Our dishes polished off,
And hunger satisfied,
We turned to each other
Each one starry eyed.
We heaved ourselves up, not wanting to go
But now we had a hen party to throw!
Literary genius aside, we had a fabulous meal. The duck and waffle has made it to my top dishes of all time list and I now have the annoyance of waking up every weekend craving it. While the restaurant is open 24/7, booking is advisable and tables get reserved weeks in advance, I'm already formulating an excuse to return!
The hype over this 40th floor destination restaurant is all completely justified, the chefs and staff are superb while the presentation of both the food and venue itself are carefully thought out .. my theory is the yellow ceiling panels draw their inspiration from duck bills .. anyone with me?
I can't believe it's taken me so long to jump on the D & W bandwagon but now I'm totally hooked. Who wants to join me next time?