When does individual dress sense become a sartorial disaster? Sitting outside Riverfront, under Waterloo Bridge on a sunny Sunday lunchtime, watching the thighs, leggings, wobbling bottoms, joggers, tight jeans, slack jeans, boots, mums with prams/strollers/buggies, tramps and more leggings stroll by the South Bank Book Market, gives you plenty of chance to reflect upon this question.
The stretch of the South Bank from Westminster Bridge along to Waterloo Bridge is great on the weekend if the sun is out: people dressed as characters from Disney, statues, even Johnny Depp seems to come out and mingle with the tourists, locals and the more sartorially challenged. Riverfront sits directly under Waterloo Bridge and has both a restaurant and a bar area.
Outside, to get the sun, you have to sit the bar side, which is great: bar snacks include sausage rolls, ham hock and salt beef with gherkins. There are a dozen or more beers on tap and a number more by the bottle: not a Carlsburg or Fosters to be seen, but some interesting wheat beers and some seriously strong Belgium numbers.
Service is relaxed and friendly, although did draw the line at bringing food to the person who decided that sitting on the river front, rather than at the tables of the Riverfront, which seems perfectly sensible.
A splendid people watching place.