142 – 146 Whitecross Street
EC1Y 8QJ
Date of Last Visit: Thursday, September 7th
The Victims: Julie, Feathers
The Damage: 10 quid per person? Less than that?
The Counterbalance: Sigh. I chose The Trader over The Gym.
The Background: Feathers and Julie looked like they were heading to The Gym. It had been a long day, and mine was not over yet. I said goodbye, and then received a text a quarter of an hour later. Come to The Trader. See, I walk past The Trader every so often and it just looks so NORMAL and decent. And I had mentioned this to Feathers the other day. So off she goes and goes to my pub. Traitor!
The Arrival: I skipped The Gym and arrived to find the ladies happily announcing how if you buy two glasses of wine, you get the bottle for free. Now this, my friends, is brilliant. I sat down and partook of the quaffable Pinot Grigio.
The Food: We split a cheeseburger three ways, and it was pretty decent. And the nachos were commendable. They were NOT Doritos! How nice. And they had cheese and chilli and all sorts of good stuff all over them. Heaven.
The Service: You order at the bar, so no service, really. BUT–the chef actually stopped by our table to ask how everything was! Snaps for that.
The Verdict: OK, the food wasn’t spectacular, but it was pretty decent. It was what it was. The place was pretty laid back and casual. I was annoyed by the dude checking out the Page Six girl, but it’s not The Trader’s fault. I’ll be back.
