The plan is to head out for a meal on Green Lanes tonight with Alex and her friends Duley and Will. I get home from work and faff around for a little bit before heading out towards Tottenham and the couple's new flat. I arrive before Alex does (who is apparently on her way over by bicycle) meaning I have the slightly awkward task of ensuring I'm in the right place and ringing the doorbell of people I'm friends with but not close enough to to actually spend time in their exclusive company. Nevertheless they are very welcoming and I sit in their very nice new flat with a beer and catch up. Alex is not far behind, and we spend the next couple of hours chatting and watching YouTube videos on a laptop connected to the TV. My computer isn't linked to my living room TV - but if it was this is all I would ever do. We watch the latest viral video that's been flying around Twitter all day (the 'Being a Dickhead's Cool' East London pisstake) which leads on to Flight of the Conchords songs and Weird Al Yankovic's excellent R.Kelly spoof, 'Trapped in the Drive-Thru'. By this point time has flown by and if we're really planning to get dinner anywhere we had better get a move on.
We head out and Alex chooses to bring her bike to the restaurant for reasons known only to herself, but it's fun walking past Downhills Park towards Green Lanes with her cycling alongside - though odd to be walking past my old street which I haven't seen since moving out almost two years ago. By chance we are heading for the same restaurant I went to last Thursday, Antepliler, so I fully intend to try something a little bit more interesting this time round. We share starters and enjoy some tasty courgette and yoghurt thing, along with some sort of lentil kofte items - none of which I can properly describe but all of which was tasty. After some chicken wings for main course (far better than the lamb I sampled last time) we sit and drink the booze we brought in while being entertained by the chatter of our fellow diners.
By the time we finish it's almost midnight, so we stroll up Green Lanes with Alex and Duley (considerably drunk by this point) taking it in turns to ride facing the wrong way on the front of Alex's bike, predictably crashing into innocent people also heading home from a Friday night out. With safety in mind, I make sure to walk home at least 20 yards ahead of them so as not to be associated with their antics, should they make an enemy of one of Wood Green's many violent types.
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