I will never be able to afford the Martin 0M-28. The solid mahogany, the musky rosewood and that resonant, clear and crisp ring, I was John Mayer possessed strumming along to ‘No such thing’, now eternally burned into my memory from years of fandom. Achingly, I have to put down the guitar in the shop on Denmark Street and head out to lunch across the road at Giaconda instead, and sit there to dream about legendary guitars seemingly tempting me to empty my wallets. But in recessionary times, I’ve only got enough for a Blueridge, not quite a Martin or a Taylor and definitely not a Cherry Sunburst Les Paul
Terroirs, 5 William IV Street, London, WC2N 4DW £30pp Official site Left, no. Right, not there either, perhaps straight on.. hm. As you can probably tell, I’m a little lost. I’m dreaming about a spread of gorgeous food & wine but we’re not quite there yet. My iPhone is suppose to guide me toward the very latest wine restaurant to grace our city, but the cursed gadget is only as smart as I am at this. Hunger setting in, but wait, an alley way emerges.