A location I have used in Almost Love… and there’s no ‘almost’ in my feelings about it!

09 +00002013-05-04T16:46:46+00:0031 2012 § 4 Comments

El Parador
It was a glorious spring day when I was in London in advance of my visit to Gower Street last Thursday. People were sitting or lying on the grass in the parks. The grounds of the British Museum were packed with museum staff, office workers and tourists, all getting their first proper burst of vitamin D from this year’s English sunshine. The mobile refreshments van parked just inside its wall was doing a roaring trade.

I didn’t need to take advantage of its services, because I had already visited one of my favourite London restaurants, an unassuming Spanish-owned eatery called El Parador. It is a brisk ten-minute walk from Euston station; the restaurant stands in the middle of the last parade of shops before Eversholt Street reaches Mornington Crescent (now there’s a name to conjure with!). On Thursday, I noticed for the first time that it is also immediately opposite the imposing edifice from which Levertons, London’s foremost undertaker, plies its sombre trade.

A family-owned restaurant, El Parador can lift your spirits with a burst of fine cooking on even the dreariest winter day. In the spring and summer, it is a festive place. Tables are laid in the garden. Both restaurant and garden are busy – there’s rarely a spare table after 1 p.m. – and the whole place buzzes with laughter, conversation and the tinkling of glasses. The staff – there are usually only two or three on duty – almost run between the tables, nimbly delivering a continuous stream of hot tapas dishes as they are ordered. Unequivocally, it serves the best tapas that I have ever eaten anywhere. My husband accompanied me there for the first time on Thursday and has already become an enthusiastic champion of the place.

I have another reason for liking it, though. The décor is plain, even homely. The tables are plain deal, the chairs of the simple round-backed wooden type still found in a few old-fashioned pubs. The walls are painted dark cream and, aside from a few small mirrors, there is little other decoration. Save for one thing: the bar, a glorious suggestion of a boat, is decorated with a flamboyant mosaic of pieces of tile, ceramics and mirror, all in shades of turquoise and black. It draws your eye as soon as you walk through the door. Pure 1960s, there is something lethal about its splendour. You feel as if a character played by one of the sex sirens of the ’60s – Jayne Mansfield, say, or Barbara Windsor – might come sashaying out from behind it and break off one of the pieces of mosaic to stab an errant lover through the heart.

I’ve written about this bar in Almost Love.

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§ 4 Responses to A location I have used in Almost Love… and there’s no ‘almost’ in my feelings about it!

  • carol hedges says:

    Do they know? I wrote about a busker who plays (very well) outside the Simmons bakery in Flask Walk, St Albans, every Saturday. And then, when the book (Ring of Silver, Lord of Time) was published, I told him he was in my book. To this day, he still mentions it! And does requests!(You might get free wine…)

  • vallypee says:

    Christina, places like this restaurant are the best because they focus on the food and friendliness rather than the swish decor, and yes, who knows? Maybe you’ll get your own table there if you tell them. Perhaps they’ll even keep copies of your book for valued customers. As for your dishy violinist, any ideas what favours he might offer you? 😀 Perfectly innocent of course…

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