Want something a bit different for supper? Get on a plane and fly away!
Okay okay, so I didn’t actually fly to Beirut just for dinner last night. I certainly felt like I flew to Beirut last night, especially when mingling with air hostesses with passport in hand and enjoying plates of smoked labneh, baba ganoush and za’tar spiced salads, but I didn’t actually leave London at all.
Last night I ‘experienced’ the wondrous gastro-magic of Dine Mile High, a pop-up restaurant in a top secret London location which themes itself around the golden era of air travel. Think Leo DiCaprio in Catch Me If You Can – and yes, you can drink cocktails with the gorgeous captain whilst you await your ‘flight’! I got a little too into the pre-boarding cocktails and at one point demanded to fly the plane. Luckily nobody let me, real plane or not – something would have gone very wrong indeed.
The pop up restaurant focuses on a different ‘destination’ for each run, with the menu, entertainment and décor themed around said city. They’ve already transported diners to Gothenburg and this month they’ve been flying food lovers off to Beirut. Next on the agenda? Sicily in June. Mozambique features in September.
I eat a lot of Lebanese food (probably explains why my skinny jeans don’t fit at the moment) and everything about the food last night was wonderful. I arrived starving (having only had one piece of toast for lunch to allow ‘guilt free’ gorging in the eve) and after ‘checking in’ and leaving our bags and coats in ‘left luggage’, we were treated to all sorts of Lebanese delights by the gorgeous 50s style air hostesses. Everyone was in character, and for a moment it really did feel like 1955 as I was knocking back negronis and munching on mint yoghurt drenched salsify.