Location Location Location
Jan. 23rd, 2007 09:01 amSo, yesterday I went to Neal's Yard Dairy in Covent Garden to buy some cheese to take to Ireland. It's a few years since I have been there. Now, Neal's Yard Dairy, the finest place in London bar none to buy top quality cheese from the British Isles, isn't actually in Neal's Yard. It's in Short's Gardens, at the entrance to Neal's Yard.
Or, at least, it was. As I walked along the street I noticed that the place which I distinctly recalled being the cheese shop was now one of those designer clothes shops that are proliferating throughout Covent Garden and which must make an immense profit on every sale, because I never see anyone in there buying anything.
Odd, I thought. Surely Neal's Yard Dairy can't have closed down. So, I walked through the Yard itself and, although tere was a Deli, and a salad bar, there was no cheese shop.
Jesus Fuck, I thought to myself, perhaps it has closed down. What a disaster. Where am I going to buy my cheese?
So, I walked back to Seven Dials and decided to take a walk up Mercer Street to enter Neal's Yard via the back passsage, so to speak. And, whoah, just as I arrived at that small, artfully concealed entrance (hardly anyone knows it is there, actually), there was the cheese shop, slightly smaller than at the old premises, but still, essentially, the same.
Thank god for that. Neal's Yard Bakery packed up years ago, but I couldn't see the dairy folding. So many people travel many many miles to shop there.
I picked up four cheeses, including a 22-month cheddar, a couple of creamy goats' cheeses, and a cheese from Cork called "Gubbeen" which, from the sample I tasted (yes, you can go in and taste small samples before buying) was like a punchy mature Cheshire.
I said that it seemed a bit ironic buying stuff from Ireland in London, only to take it back to Ireland, but the guy said that they got a large number of Irish visitors doing just that, because the farm-produced cheeses sold in the Dairy don't make it to any of the the shops in Ireland.
Which all seems a bit farcical, and a bit of a shame.
I may do the month's figures up tonight, since I won't be playing after this afternoon until February. Woo hoo, no Internet, no contact. Some real time for recuperation....
Or, at least, it was. As I walked along the street I noticed that the place which I distinctly recalled being the cheese shop was now one of those designer clothes shops that are proliferating throughout Covent Garden and which must make an immense profit on every sale, because I never see anyone in there buying anything.
Odd, I thought. Surely Neal's Yard Dairy can't have closed down. So, I walked through the Yard itself and, although tere was a Deli, and a salad bar, there was no cheese shop.
Jesus Fuck, I thought to myself, perhaps it has closed down. What a disaster. Where am I going to buy my cheese?
So, I walked back to Seven Dials and decided to take a walk up Mercer Street to enter Neal's Yard via the back passsage, so to speak. And, whoah, just as I arrived at that small, artfully concealed entrance (hardly anyone knows it is there, actually), there was the cheese shop, slightly smaller than at the old premises, but still, essentially, the same.
Thank god for that. Neal's Yard Bakery packed up years ago, but I couldn't see the dairy folding. So many people travel many many miles to shop there.
I picked up four cheeses, including a 22-month cheddar, a couple of creamy goats' cheeses, and a cheese from Cork called "Gubbeen" which, from the sample I tasted (yes, you can go in and taste small samples before buying) was like a punchy mature Cheshire.
I said that it seemed a bit ironic buying stuff from Ireland in London, only to take it back to Ireland, but the guy said that they got a large number of Irish visitors doing just that, because the farm-produced cheeses sold in the Dairy don't make it to any of the the shops in Ireland.
Which all seems a bit farcical, and a bit of a shame.
I may do the month's figures up tonight, since I won't be playing after this afternoon until February. Woo hoo, no Internet, no contact. Some real time for recuperation....