
OK, it's probably a question of definition, but Simon Darvill, his good lady wife Giselle and I went out of our way to visit the recently refurbished St Pancras station in order to try out the much-heralded Champagne Bar. We were disappointed.
We were expecting a long flat surface behind which stand a team of bar staff serving champagne to punters who sit/stand on the other side of the 'bar'. Instead, the word 'bar' refers to the whole establishment and the aforementioned flat surface over which drinks are served is a small square that is smaller than the bars in most nightclubs.
Oh and there's a really long queue to get into the bar - we were there at 7pm and I reckon we would have had to wait for at least an hour before entering. Rather than hanging around in the very chilly railway station*...
we went round the corner for a very good slap up meal at the Somers Town Coffee House where we drank some excellent cava to celebrate Mr D's birthday.

Giselle pointed out that I have a habit of publishing photos of her husband that aren't overly flattering. Well, I guess that's partly my fault (I tend to choose the dodgy ones) but Mr D has to take some of the blame, too... anyway, I just found this one from their wedding last year, which is quite a good picture of both Simon and Giselle.

*Happy now, Mr D? I didn't write 'train station'! Oops, I just did...
Posted by dompannell at November 24, 2007 9:23 AMIts not just me.....
http://blogs.telegraph.co.uk/ukcorrespondents/christopherhowse/aug06/railway.htm
Posted by: Mr D at November 24, 2007 1:41 PMAlso its freezing cold, and breakfast is ridiculously expensive.
I had high hopes, but not its not for me.
The station itself is fabulous though
Posted by: Cathryn at November 24, 2007 5:44 PMI agree, Cathryn, the station has been very well refurbished and is stunning. Your blog post says it all really.
Posted by: Dom Pannell at November 25, 2007 7:57 PM