Xmas Belly Do

We had our divisional Christmas dinner last night. It was held at a Moroccan restaurant called Ayoush of all places; downstairs, candle-lit and cavernous. Rather more like being in some part of Morocco than England.

It was a strange choice for a Christmas venue, being a place where we couldn’t actually converse with everyone easily. The music was too loud and we were put into hidey-hole booths of 12 people or so. We sat on bench seats where cushions were everywhere but did nothing to soften, and had our meals on tables that the word precarious does not begin to describe. The food was good however, and it was a bit of fun, especially watching the English members of our group enjoying their beverages. There were also belly dancers who pulled the diners out onto the floor to dance with them, and watching several of the more sedate guys having bra’s and skirts put on them was hilarious.

I probably wouldn’t go back there, but James Street, where it located, is a absolute hive of restaurants I never even knew existed, so could be worth a second or even a third visit at some stage.

All in all, a little too much of a good time had by some, but a reasonably good time had by everyone else.