The Commander, Westbourne Grove
After what seemed like a never-ending series of hiccups, things are finally looking up!
I had a follow-up appointment this week with the podiatrist where we played around with the big toe and saw that the inflammation and pain were almost non-existent and there’s only a few more weeks left on the funny boot. Fingers crossed, I’m in heels in August.
Also, found a decent flat in a lovely mews off a bustling high street and 10 minutes away from the Waitrose (no more rubbishy Tesco Metro), and with a private sun trap for whenever the sun decides to show its face over London. It does mean moving out of the lovely Notting Hill with all its lovely little cafes and pubs but for the weeks I’m still here, with the funny boot and wheelchair, we’re going to zip around trying out as many new places as we can.
For our celebratory dinner on finding the new flat, N&D, future MIL and I headed out to The Commander (http://www.thecommanderbar.co.uk/), off Westbourne grove. The service is friendly and it’s lovely on the outside, inside, in the surprisingly cosy beer garden tucked in the back, and very accommodating for wheelchairs. Since we were in a celebratory mood, we ordered a round of cocktails, that were decent, steaks for N&D and MIL, and the Commander burger with melted cheese and bacon for me. Cuz that’s how I celebrate.
The perfect 10/10 burger. Medium rare, juicy, light airy brioche bun, gherkins, leaves, slice of tomato, grilled bacon, and gooey melty cheese with skin on fluffy fat chips. And apparently the steaks weren’t bad either.