A quick rest was followed by a decision to hoof it down to Spice I Am early, a decision that meant we arrived just in time to snaffle the last free table, thus eliminating the need to queue for a seat at a place that apparently doesn't take bookings.
And it's obvious why they don't.
Plonk a Reserved sign on a table that has been booked for, say seven thirty and you're denying yourself the chance to get a couple of seatings through that table beforehand, which is an important consideration in a BYO operation that doesn't charge for corkage.
At the same time you won't be encouraged to linger, so after we'd finished Madam's Pla Tod Ka Min (deep fried marinated sand whiting with turmeric, salt and pepper) and my Pad Prik King and a serve of steamed rice between us we still had about a quarter of a bottle left when we were getting the time to move on signal.
We'd started with a couple of fresh spring rolls and walked out pleasantly sated, heading back to base with the rest of the Riesling, which was duly demolished, prompting a decision to head around to the bottle shop to see if they had something suitable in a dessert style, which would probably have come in a half bottle.
As it turned out they did, but what was on offer was slewed towards the top of the range. Disinclined to return empty handed I grabbed a bottle of Pizzini Pinot Grigio, which turned out to be a very pleasant strong on the pears through the nose and across the palate style, very pleasant but probably better preceding the Riesling than following it.
Still, it made for a rather pleasant nightcap.