400 Oxford Street
W1A 1AB
Tel: 020 7318 3620
Date of Last Visit: Saturday, November 18th
The Victim: Me, myself, and I
The Damage: £20
The Background: I woke up this morning in the mess that is my flat and knew I had to escape. I am very good avoidance. So I hopped on the bus straight over to Oxford Street and made my way to . After a quick eyebrow threading (£20), a back rub (£10), and the purchase of some very unnecessary kitchen supplies (£20), I made my way to Obika for some cheese, glorious cheese! (And I wonder where the money goes????)
The Approach: I am greeted warmly and shown to a little table, situated so I can watch the crowds come off the escalator. Love the people watching The Big S. What do all these people do for a living? Where does all the money come from??? My server recited all the specials and sounded very excited about all of them. It was a tough decision, but I had come for the cheese, not the pasta, so my decision was made for me.
The Meal: I went for the delicate mozzerella (there are three types and mine was the lightest) along with some grilled vegetables, some very lovely prociutto, and some very spicy salami that had more of a creamy consistency. I loved it. I gobbled it up. Now I don’t know if this was a faux pas or not, but I put salt and oil on my plate and mopped it up with the mozzerella. My server kept coming over and moving the oil and the salt away from me. Was I breaking a cardinal rule? I do not know. I only know that mozzerella tastes even better with oil and salt, so sue me if I was wrong! All this was washed down by a glass of white–a dirty on the outside glass of white that I didn’t really notice until I was half way done and holding the glass by the bowl and not the stem. Yuk. But the food was so delicious and the service so friendly I will overlook this for now.
The Verdict: Quite a nice way to pass the time, eating cheese and watching how the other half lives.
