London is home to many a world-class restaurant. We did not go to any of those. This is not meant to be a guide to any London restaurants much less the best of them (although I can point you to A Lady in London if that’s what you’re after. There, I helped).
We did, however, have to feed ourselves during our days in London. One of our first stops was Wagamama, home to bowls of noodle-y, soupy deliciousness. I know it’s a chain, and I know it’s not cool, and I do not care. I also now know that using the giant wooden spoons gives me duck face. Don’t care about that either.
The obligatory-for-me chains out of the way, we set our sights a little higher: the legendary Harrods food halls. Rodolfo almost stormed out when he saw that a soda cost £4, and I don’t think that price is anything short of highway robbery. But. These are my people. A massive space filled to overflowing with gourmet nibbles, full meals, restaurants, sweets – this is what my heaven looks like. And damn it, I wanted to have lunch in heaven, and hang the cost.
So we did. We went for dim sum for no particular reason other than it sounded different than what we usually have in Chile. Was it amazing? No, but since I was in heaven and all, the overall experience was still quite lovely.
The best was yet to come, however. See, next to the dim sum restaurant is a cupcake counter. A LOLA‘s Cupcakes counter, to be specific. Obviously it was meant to be, so I snatched up 3 cupcakes. Well, 2 mini and 1 regular, which was still plenty since Rodolfo doesn’t really like sweets. They weren’t the best I’ve ever had – that honor belongs to Sprinkles – but they had glitter frosting. That gets you like 10 extra points right there.
Our pockets lighter, we took a stroll around Hyde Park and enjoyed its Winter Wonderland Christmas market and carnival to digest. We had big plans that night: meeting up with Fned, Oneika, A Lady and their men in Shoreditch. After a few drinks at a pub, we found ourselves having a curry off Brick Lane. While my chicken korma didn’t hold a candle to the absolutely amazing Indian restaurant near my dad’s house, the company couldn’t have been better.
The next morning, our gastronomic adventures in London were over, and it was time to head north. We left the sunshine and green countryside of the south via train, and in 2 short hours we were back in Cheshire. But there was no time to be sad about leaving London because the weather gods had something even better than sunshine planned for us – snow!