Marshmallow ToastingFor some it’s the rosy red Starbucks cups, for others, the explosion of Christmas lights over the city. Even if we moan and groan about the stuffy tubes and the miserable weather, us Londoners are a foolhardy breed and can dig up something about Winter that will make us stick that toe out from under the duvet and emerge into the cold. Cue Wig Wam Bam and all the dreams you have ever had about cuddling round a fire, toasting marshmallows to your hearts delight.
With not a drop of rain in sight (oh England, thank you), we skipped down the road to The Queen of Hoxton in Shoreditch. Once through the doors, it was a case of duck and run. Avoiding the pint waving crowds at the bar, we made a beeline to the stairs and up we went. Onwards my fellow adventurers, to the wig wam we go!
Mugs filled with steaming spiced cider, hot chocolate whisky and buttered rum were clasped in the hands of shining, happy people around us. We got involved immediately and shuffled through the nostalgically aromatic playground wood-chip to the bar. In the middle of the wig wam, plates of roasted meat were being passed around and had we not stuffed ourselves to the brim with Yum Bun, Patty and Bun and all of the wings from the nearby Night Tales (add that one to your list too), we would have dived straight into the smoky lamb and wild boar being grilled, caveman-style at the center of the tent.
We were certainly not too full for marshmallows however and clutching our boxes filled with the little devils, made our way through the animal hides, sawn-off log seating and autumnal dried leaves to the miniature bonfires outside. Perched on toadstools and illuminated by strings of glowing fairy lights, we grinned from ear to ear. This was our Winter wonderland for the evening.
Whatever anybody says, I have a fool proof, fail safe, maximum impact, sure fire method of Marshmallow toasting. Poke the beast onto the skewer, manoeuvre it inside the glowing embers, wait for it to catch fire in a ball of mesmerising blue flames and gently blow it out just as it begins to develop a carcinogenic outer layer (if the latter does happen, no matter, we all love chewing on charcoal right)?! Then, gently pull off said toasted layer and return the gloopy mess to the fire. My record of the evening was six magical repeats of the aforementioned procedure and while monumentally sticky, I was pretty chuffed .
The rooftop atmosphere was buzzing and friendly. Bar creepers were replaced by a wholly more entertaining variety of bonfire sidlers and our triumvirate was approached by two enthusiastic Scottish chaps. Whether you want to snuggle up with a date or poke marshmallows at your mate, Wig Wam Bam is most definitely the one. After discussions ranging from tartan and tweed to Mario and Pokemon had become decidedly more strange than they had started, we called it a night, and having coated ourselves in eau de bonfire, made our way home.
It is safe to say that Winter has officially arrived but with cosy hideaways like this, all I can say is bring it on!
(This post is also featured on Dojo's blog here, a brand new and frankly pretty brilliant little app to help London fun lovers on their adventures).