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.

My first stop after set­tling in was at the Char­lotte Street hotel, a rec­om­men­da­tion from a friend who sug­gested it was a spot for drinks. Mid­day Negroni? Don’t mind if I do! Feel­ing a bit peck­ish, I also opted for a decent char­cu­terie plat­ter. Noth­ing excit­ing, but helped me not get bowled over by the cocktail.


. But arriv­ing in an unfa­mil­iar city hun­gry and tired, my first thought was for some com­fort food. I was in the coun­try less than three hours before i had a crav­ing for a noo­dle soup. Which was a ter­ri­ble idea! This was the night Eng­land lost in the EuroCup, so while all the pubs were full, all the restau­rants nearby were eerily empty, includ­ing non­de­script Japan­ese restau­rant. Where there were Fil­ipinos working

That night Eng­land lost. I had a shitty bowl of ramen. Lon­don was off to a ten­u­ous start…


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