Cheese day = Best day. Clearly this was gonna be a good one! I was hyped. I was aware that this one was coming up so I'd made plans with David to go eat ungodly amounts of cheese at St Moritz in Soho tonight.
In the build up to cheesemas we spent all day sending each other cheese gifs. Including...
I got into London on the train and went straight to the restaurant to meet him and my undoing. My body was ready.
As we were standing on the pavement outside there were whafts of delicious cheeseness, we entered and they had a cheese melty scrape-y (definitely the offical name), clearly these guys did not fuck about when it came to cheese.
We went upstairs to our table and I'd forgotten just how cute the place was. I'd been a year before for the Framestore R&D Christmas lunch but it was David's first time there. It may be slap bang into the middle of Soho but it's so quaint and small with heavy wooden panelling that I really does feel like you're somewhere in the Alps. But enough about that let's talk cheese.
We split the fondue for two people with the carbiest dipping options, bread and potato. There was another veggie option of seasonal vegetables but I'm pretty sure in January that just means potatoes anyway.
It arrived and it was everything I had hoped it would be...
We got stuck in pretty quickly and was it ever amazing. Boiling hot, gloopy and delicious.
We took a break about half way through to take do some heavy breathing and I got a mid-Cheesemas photo of David.
It was at this point that David informed me that some brave soul behind me was also tackling the fondue... BUT BY HIMSELF!! It was for a minimum of two people guys and we were struggling. I sneakily look around, I'm not going to lie he didn't look crazy healthy. Clearly this wasn't his first time doing this but you do you cheese man, you do you. Newly inspired by the feat being undertaken near us we cracked on. Slowly the bottom grew closer. Dipping items (or as I call them cheese transport mechanisms) were no longer being fully submerged. 'We're nearly done' I whispered to David, he mearly nodded in response and kept going, my hero. I turned around to see how our cheesey companion was doing but he was gone, cheese pot empty, bill paid. We'd been lapped.
We hit the bottom and we were done. We definitely couldn't eat anymore. A waitress came over, I assumed to take away the bowl of shame but no. Instead she asked if we wanted her to scrape the bottom, we both said no we're done. She persisted, 'People say its the best bit are you sure?' Apparently that was all it took to convince me I could eat more cheese. She scraped the bottom and rucked up all the amazing burnt cheeseness.
New levels of cheesevana had been reached. We both ate a bit but it was crazy oily and we'd sadly hit saturation point.
We paid up and waddled home.
Cheese day... A solid 10/10.