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London is the crossroads of culture. Sure, there’s the Malaysia House near the Malaysian Embassy, but it’s awkward getting whities in there when it’s supposed to be for Malays. So…we go to Makan in Portobello! Ok, Phil found this on Yelp, and I approved the suggestion because I’d eaten here before in my former Kewite [...] Tonight was another evening where we let Wallage lead the way. First, we attended a comedy club, where most of the comedians were Canadian, and there were no photos allowed. So, nothing to show for that. Second, Wallage suggested we go to his favorite cheap chinkie. Oh, don’t get your knickers in a twist, here [...] First Thursday in London, frankly, rocked. Over 100 galleries, fantastic range of artwork, from edgy statements, fun jabs at politics, beautiful jewelry, to questionable fetish wear. Even the non-gallery art on the street was amazing. Of course, this would be called vandalism in my town and cause an uproar of outrage and calls for the [...] Cheeeeeeese! It smelled musty heavenly, and was a cool place to hunker down in the summer heat. The lady assisting us was super helpful with cheese talk and samples, but terrible at public transportation recommendations. Can’t win them all. Neal’s Yard Dairy (Covent Garden) 17 Shorts Gardens London WC2H 9AT www.nealsyarddairy.co.uk Nearest Tube: Covent Garden Fish and chips were a fast and moderately cheap meal option during my poor student days. We even worked out a system of cruising by the chippie in Kew near closing time, when they would sometimes add another fillet into the takeaway packet for free. We’d walk over to the park, sit on the swings [...] We had to have a sausage and mash night, to reminisce the old days of comforting, stodgy British food aka Great British Grub. S&M it was! That’s Sausage & Mash to you. In Spitalfields, spitting distance from Phil and Mary’s place at the Barbican. Ok, maybe not spitting distance, but still a very easy walk! [...] In my starving student days, this was a big treat, yet it was just across the road from the Jodrell Gate, taunting me with its bakery goods. Christopher was fond of the pastries called Maids of Honour. In hindsight, they are obviously Portuguese tarts, but since they were expensive little treats, I rarely had them. [...] For spending nearly four years at Kew, I rarely ate at the Orangery, not with the student wages. Coming back for a holiday is different, because now I’m a tourist. We met up with some old friends who’re still working at the Gardens and Greg treated us to coffees. I got a cappuccino. Somewhere along [...] |
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