Last night, The Man (soon to be 'The Husband', although I think I'll stick with 'The Man' as 'The Husband' just freaks me out!) and I took a dive into Soho for a spot of jazz. More specifically, we were checking out a potential jazz duo for our reception. We'd never been to Soho Pizzeria but any place that doesn't charge cover to listen to jazz and lets you stay for hours as you munch pizza is a big plus in my books!
The Jane Parker duo turned out to be perfect for a summer-night boat ride down the Thames. Smokey-voiced, she belted out jazz classics and even agreed to have a go at interpreting a Bellini classic for us during our reception (good luck on that one, Jane!). The pizza was inexpensive (for Soho, anyway) and flavourful, and our Corsican waiter was spot-on with his service. I could barely believe we were still in Soho, but the nearby group on a hen night was a harsh reminder.
After dinner, we crossed the street to Kingly Court. Just off of Regent Street, it's a small, hidden area with bars, restaurants and shops that neither one of us had been in before.
Inside Kingly Court.
Mannequin in shop window, Kingly Court.
As the surprisingly warm night started getting cooler and the sky darker, we headed back out to Piccadilly Circus and down the buzzing streets to our car.