Tooting Bec tiles

In the evening, we headed for Balham to meet friends. The bus for the first part of our journey was late — in fact, it disappeared completely from the board and never arrived, much to PY’s annoyance. He was very frustrated at the thought of us being later, and yet we were the first to arrive at Oy Bar.

The bar is a relaxed, predominantly oyster bar. We ordered some sharing plates and some oysters, and then followed up with some of the bigger plates. I added a baked garlic prawns dish (£17!) to our order, and the sourdough croutons that it was served with were delicious as they’d absorbed all the garlic sauce.

At the end of the evening, a walk to Tooting Bec where we got a table in the restaurant at the back of The Wheatsheaf pub. It seems OK to just order drinks in the restaurant at the end of the evening. So, although the pub was very crowded and noisy, we had a quiet table out back and a couple of bottles of wine between the six of us.

It was a nice end to the evening. We headed out before closing time. PY and I made our way back home via the Northern Line, and I don’t think I’ve noticed how lovely the tiles are at Tooting Bec station before. There was a 152 bus in when we turned the corner at South Wimbledon. PY was hungry and went off looking to see if the chicken shop was still open (it wasn’t), but I went to bed in the hope of shaking some of the groggy feeling I have had for the past few days.