Camden Spit and Ladder

[Alessandra]

Her eyes watch Jenn as she sits.

“Is London cuisine a favorite of either of you? I can’t say I’ve gone out of my way looking for it, so I wasn’t aware there wasn’t a large selection of it in the city.” She would guess it could be a business venture, but she knows nothing of the cuisine.

There was a slight hint of a smirk tugging at her blood red lips, “And some things never go out of fashion. I consider good manners one of those things, they’ll take you far in life, and it’s lost on the youth.” It’s why you don’t see her working with them. Laughing, “Now, I draw the line with the whole multiple fork bullshit. I can abide by a dress code if I’m given enough time, I might not like it, but I’ll do it if asked. But giving me ten different forks and expecting me to remember which is for a salad and which is for meat?” shaking her head, “Not going to happen, it’s all going in my mouth, and who is really sitting there taking notes anyways?” shrugging, “Waste of time if you ask me.” Her mother would be rolling over in her grave.

A hand waves off the classy term, “It can be classy, or it can be a private setting without the pressure of that. I’m also not someone who comes across as classy either, though I can pull it off if I have to, I’m more a casual kinda girl. But I won’t push you, if it’s not your thing, that’s ok, no worries. Though the food is really good.”

As the talk shifts back to London food, “Have you been to London?” genuine interest in her voice.

Sagely nodding, "Steak is far superior."

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Interest flitted into Jennifer's eyes as she glanced quickly towards the large man. It was an interesting balance to see what he was saying while conversing with Ale. As he responds to Jennifer's earlier comment, she nods slightly towards him.

"I would like to hear your thoughts." She states with her Cursed voice that slithers like a snake over dying, crumbling leaves.

Jennifer considers the Alder's words for a few moments. She was thoughtful as she looks towards the beautiful Italian.

"Not a favorite of mine, no." Jennifer responds.
That smirk... I wonder what her designs are for this one. Jennifer thought.
Dark brown eyes flick back towards their conversation partner.
Jennifer glances towards Ale.

"Not for any reason other than lack of exposure." The fork makes an exploration of the plate. "Hazelnuts. Not what I was expecting." She states.
Jennifer samples a bite. Not the worst thing that I have tasted. The Nosferatu thinks.

"I will need to look for the steak."

"You and I are in agreement." Jennifer states to Ale. The two did tend to be in agreement. Jennifer wondered: Is it because of our choices, or how our paths have shaped us? Or our proximity?
Jennifer glances towards the large one."What are you sampling? Have you enjoyed the dish before?"
She inquires. It might seem like light conversation, yet it was of interest to Jennifer. As she had discussed with Ale before, she was curious about fully experiencing being exposed to new avenues. This frequent exposure and experience with Kine was practice that helped Jennifer's Man remain so composed. Was that true? Perhaps not. Yet Jennifer believed in that idea.

[Kray]

The giant's head nods once. "Ah. It's the taste of home for me." Gesturing to the many plates before him. "Hm. Problem is things have a sweeter taste this side of the pond." Sugar and worse being mixed with to many basic ingredients. That was a little tricky to get around and as the food was plentiful and decent in owns ways no effort from the giant had been made to overcome this particular quibble.

Eyes narrow in a squint, pondering. "Uh. But what I mean is, what are the manners that don't go out of fashion?" Sticking his fork into a pie. "Hm. Once the fork the thing would not have been optional. Now it is." A very convenient example, well it would be except that convivence has nothing to do with it, the giant had clearly set that up, he might be off balance but he is not stupid.

As for dressing up. "Bah. Finding a suit that fits me makes even dress codes a hassle." That had its solutions of course. "Hm. Way I see it. I am there and will do whatever I came to do. It doesn't matter if I'm wearing a three piece or my pyjamas." If that sounds familiar it is because the giant has taken Sophia's logic and applied it elsewhere. "Bah. But a cheap jacket and trousers saves on arguments that's its best feature." He could of course fix that if he took some time to practice spinning but other irons in the fire were heating up at the moment.

Great shoulders shrug. "Ah. But you own it, you get to make those choices, what it is, what you are and no one will bat an eye." It is after all much easier to set the mood on the home turf. Regardless the giant does seem to be trying to dodge committing to a visit for whatever reason.

But as a friendly gesture it feels safe enough to admit this, a little curious even to see if Sofia understands what it implies. "Uh. The streets of the east end were my childhood. But I have not been back in a long while." Much, much longer then he cared to think about, time did not always pass the same where he had been.

He had already said to the lady he would share if it should come about, but his reluctance to go to Vino Veritas was notable. But he does have more food related insights. "Uh. If your big on fish there is a really good Sushi place downtown, found it on a walking tour." A walking tour of good food places to be specific there were quite a few of those now. "Ah. Because it does depend on the steak some times, simple thing but easy to get wrong." Every chef had their own view on what rare as it can get steak meant.

Ad for the question directed at him he grins, it seems he only has one regardless of what is trying to be conveyed, the nasty malicious smile that shows his broken teeth. "Ha. Me." The fork is pulled out of the pie and he gestured at the table fit to bursting. "Ha. I'm sampling the entire menu, every dish here is my dinner." Okay he would need to take some away for latter but hey it was good. "Hm. Not been here before so what better way to find out what's good then try it all." And what an overindulgent excess of gluttony such a feats is.

[Alessandra]

“I’ve found it to be a wonderful place to visit, there is a lot to see and the museum are simply magnificent.” There were other cities with better museums of course, but London had some nice ones.

A nod, “Oh, I see.” The nod more understanding, “I get what you are saying, I noticed that as well when I moved here. Cannot say you get used to it, because I don’t think you do.” Nothing beat authentic food from home.

“A good question.” Thanking the waiter for coffee and picking the cup up to gently blow on it. “Saying please and thank you for example, especially with those who are providing a service.” So simple yet there were those who never said those simple words. “Listening without interrupting is another, showing respect to one’s elders and staff, one that is always important.” She says, before taking a careful sip, “Ah, perfect. Being punctual, it is such poor manners and disrespectful to show up late. That is one that will lose you a lot of respect with me personal, don’t waste my time and show up for a meeting late.” It will not end well. Chuckling, “I remember when it wasn’t optional because my mother made it not optional in our home. I hated it. But to her, it was important, so it became important to me until I could leave.” Then fuck it.

Smiling, “That’s when a good tailor comes in handy. Nothing better then having something made that fits you absolutely perfectly. But I understand that’s a cost not everyone can afford, and it took me a while to become established and have one. Can’t say I’ve shown up in my pajamas before, but I have shown up to formal meetings in leather pants and boots and hoped for the best.” Shrugging.

A single nod, “I do get to make those choices, which is why I offered them.” It was offered and if it’s accepted, it would be accepted, and if not, then it whatever.

“There are a few good steak places around the city. Depends on what you’re looking for in a steak though. I’m just more of a meat and potatoes kind of girl, throw a beer in there and I’m very happy.” At the end of the day, it doesn’t need to be high class to make the Savage happy.

Another careful sip, “You know, I can’t fault the reason there. Best way to know if you like place.”