Just when I think things couldn’t get any dumber, Art and Angela arrive. We finally went to a classic English pub called, The Dog and Bell. We got beers, whiskey, fish n chips and the nationally admired dish, mushy peas. Everything was great. Minus the peas. It tastes exactly how it sounds.
On the way home we stopped at a place and got champagne and sticky toffee pudding. Aka, CAKE!
Then the next day Angela, the girls and I, went and had afternoon tea and “pudding” (CAKE!) at a girly, pink, “instagrammable” cafe.
They had a menu of mocktails. That, of course, is what the girls preferred.
Meanwhile Jared and Art went to, yet another, 18th century pub. Then we all made our way to Harrods. People say “gotta go to Harrods!” Oookay, why? Isn’t it just a fancy department store? We got those. No, no it’s not. It’s so much more. Envision a place where you could go to feel, smell and visually experience exquisite opulence. The building itself, inside and out, is so lavish and palatial that it’s a museum within itself. The stores (obviously) are all designer. There’s a giant department dedicated to skincare. A parfumerie. A department floor for just chocolate! Yeah I know, nothing sounds that out of the ordinary. But it’s how it’s all curated that’s so overwhelming. And my favorite part, the grocery section. Imagine that Saudi princes invested a billion dollars into a Zupans market and put a bar right in the middle of it. And also that Zupans is on steroids. Kinda like that. My only regret from being there is that I was wearing green cargo pants, a jean jacket, BO and a frizzy ponytail. Besides that, it was glorious.
Then we went to Eataly. The worlds largest Italian market. Fresh pasta, pizza, cheese, wine, spirits, oils, bread and gelato galore! Had the best pizza I’ve ever had.
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