I used to live in The Barbican. It was and will always one of my greatest loves in London. Some people see it as an ugly concrete jungle in the city, but I would find comfort in it’s solid walls and frolic about on it’s labrynthian highwalk late at night when no one was around. Going out was a breeze, and anywhere worth visiting was only a short walk away.
Eventually the fates conspired, I was torn from the heart of where I loved best and now I find myself living in Maida Vale. Obviously moving from The Barbican to Maida Vale is not a particularly devastating downgrade. I should point out that I typically wouldn’t be able to afford to live in either location but it seems if you have patience, some strange twist of fate will enable you to stumble across a bargain.
Maida Vale is nice enough but I think I must be a city girl at heart. I miss the excitement, vibrancy and convenience of city living. I realise I’m not making enough of an effort to enjoy Maida Vale living and there is a need to remedy this. So what better place to start than the local restaurant scene? Queue The Warrington.
The Warrington, pub adorned with refurbished original features
Owned by Gordon Ramsay, The Warrington is a pub downstairs, restaurant upstairs and formally an 18th century hotel and brothel. Interestingly enough the slang word “randy” originated here due to it’s proximity to neighbouring Randolph Crescent. If you look at the feature above the bar, you’ll see it’s adorned with glass paintings of frolicking naked ladies… ooh racy!