I ended up in Revolution after a gently frustrating day writing my dissertation. I managed almost 1000 words by 1pm in the beautiful Picton Reading Room in Liverpool’s Central Library, but then some friends rather rashly played some fairly useless practical jokes on me. So I decided to reward myself for surviving their onslaught with a meal.
Revolution is a great place for drink – more shots than a doctor’s surgery I imagine – but what I never realised is that its food is helpfully left-field too. A twist on almost everything. Chicken strips are chicken strips, after all; but bathed in buttermilk and then fried to a golden crisp … well, you can sense where I am going with this.
I had the superfood salad, and though these are lately the vogue, it was a highly respectable and flavoursome combination of tastes and textures. In the end, I had the dessert too: my gorgeous, friendly, thoughtful, responsive waitress Ashleigh snuck out a sufficiently moist and never overly sweet carrot cake from a part of the menu she clearly had privileged access to!
Ashleigh helped drive the pleasure of the evening. It’s good to be in the presence of a born communicator, whatever the transaction. She was approachable, amusing, professional and helpful. She was a credit to the wider organisation operating that evening: the delivery was quick; the food freshly prepared; the coffee correct; and the final apple shot a treat.
But most of all in her Cambridge lilt, the wonderfully fruity Camden pale ale I drank, and the voices of tourists visiting from near and far, we get a sense of Liverpool’s own historical virtues too: cultural inclusion; breadth of vision; and a pure and simple enjoyment of the kinder things in life.