Showing posts with label Suits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Suits. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 14, 2025

Out to Lunch in Dallas

 



One of the many things you can do in Dallas is go out to eat, something I hardly ever do, but today was an exception. I took Ma LSP and Sister #2 to a bistro in Knox Henderson, Toulouse. What a lot of fun, and the food was good to boot, in that French kind of way.

Mussels Mariniere for me, some kind of trout for my sister and onion soup for Ma LSP. Delicious, good service, pleasant trad bistro ambiance, and reasonably priced. What a pleasant change; go to Toulouse if you're in Dallas and want that kind of thing.




Mussels, trout and soup over, we strolled 100 yards to yet another bistro, the place is swarming with them. This one's called The Knox and might be a step up from Toulouse, with its open, airy interior, higher prices and most attentive staff. Not as boheme as Toulouse, if you know I mean.

Whatever, the place was pleasingly empty and we ordered coffee, sorbet and something called "Limoncello" for Ma LSP. Limoncello is a lemony liqueur, and it's Italian though evidently adopted by the French. Sister #2 remarked, "Limoncello is considered 'naff." I thought about this, "As in Essex, common? Yet here we are." Ha, ha. So that was fun, check out The Knox, if you're in the mood for yet more bistro style fun.




Then we strolled over yonder to Cole, made a left turn and ambled over to Sid Mashburn, which makes suits, bespoke and to measure. I was taken with a M2M, dark blue, 2 button, high twist, lightweight suit. English cloth, classic fit, and reasonably priced. + they have a gang of tailors in house to make the wretched suit measure or, if you want, make the beast from scratch. 

I'll revisit that place and you might want to go too, if you're in the business of suits and all of that. If you do, ask for Roger, he's good and a friend of BW, sister #3. So there you have it, a fun day out with family in the Metrosprawl. Great Result.

Commanche Moon,

LSP


Monday, March 4, 2024

You Miserable Offender!

 



No, not you, long-suffering readers of this shallow and frivolous mind blog, but this suit. Here's the story. Back in the far-off, halcyon days of London in the early mid '90s I found myself in a strange in between kind of space, neither here nor there, sort of thing.


Behave Yourself And Stop Shrinking

Then Cardinal Hume, may he rest in peace, stepped in with a pastoral placement which involved working as a PA for an exalted personage. This meant getting a couple of suits from a famous tailoring street beginning with S and ending in e. So I went with a made-to-measure option at one of the shops on the fabled row of tailors.

Great result and on expenses to boot. Flash forward to today. After many, many years of loyal and faithful service the wretched suits decided they wouldn't fit anymore. You'll note, ahem, that a bad workman blames his tools but, this in mind, I gave the miserable offenders another go this morning and...


Traitor! Must get That Fireplace Working...

They fit. Whoa, it seems serious Lenten fasting has both spiritual and practical benefits, almost as though the two go hand in hand. In the meanwhile, I file this exciting tale of sartorial splendour under "anything else I care to think of."

Cheers,

LSP