“It’s like if Thailand made a pasta sauce.” This was by way of a compliment, perhaps abstracted, so enamoured was a drinking companion of the Bloody Mary at Bloodwood. I tried it: it was incredible, and I’m not usually a huge fan of the drink. So, while she writhed and poured forth proclamations of love for the cocktail artist behind the concoction, we got stuck into some food and wine.
A seasonal menu including polenta chips with gorgonzola dipping sauce, a salad of grilled squid with herb and green olive dressing, or just some marinated olives was all well executed. The rosé was going down a treat on a Saturday eve. But the real highlight was when I realised I was enjoying all this while a GZA joint banged through the speakers. That required a late Hennessy. Or, if you were the aforementioned companion, another Bloody Mary.









