London, baby!

I fig­ured with the Lon­don Olympic games kick­ing off, this would be a good time to take a stroll down mem­ory lane and revisit my trip to Lon­don late last month (Mem­ory Lane, by the by, keeps get­ting longer and hazier these days.). I was there for only a few days (one of which I slept pretty much entirely thanks to being bowled over with jet lag,), and stayed in Soho off Tot­ten­ham Court Road (which I chose because of this song).

As this was my first trip Lon­don, there were only two eat­ing mis­sions: proper full Eng­lish break­fast and after­noon tea. Every­thing else is just gravy.

I know, I know, I was sup­posed to have the pasties and the Indian food and the fish and chips and bangers and mash, but rolling solo + lim­ited time + lim­ited stom­ach capac­ity + Lon­don is expen­sive as f*ck = 2, maybe 3 meals + 1 snack per day. [Read more…]