I love London. I first came as a tourist from Australia when I was 6, then I lived there for reals when I was a teenager, and now, living outside of the capital, I come as a visitor to our fair city. I love the smells, I love the lights, and, most of the time, I love the people. Yesterday I went into town to visit two old friends - one who I've known for 14 years, and one who I've known for 18 - and to try out my brand-spanking new camera. I started off at Liverpool Street, where I met my friend Hen for a spot of market browsing in Spitalfields. I forgot to get my camera out for this one, but this is how it looks...
...unfortunately 'crowd exhaustion' stopped us from spending too much time here, so we swiftly moved on to Duck & Waffle, an amazing restaurant suspended above London on the 40th floor of the Heron Tower on Bishopsgate...
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| My Bloody (Amazing) Mary |
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| Our precariously-placed table - not one for those with vertigo... |
Whilst staring out over London, we munched on a bag of BBQ Crispy Pigs Ears (like Pork Crackling, but 100% better). I had the Duck and Waffle (confit duck leg on a belgian waffle, topped with a fried duck egg and drowned in mustard maple syrup = heaven.), Hen had waffles with cream and berries (d-lish). Here's some food porn...
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| BBQ Crispy Pigs Ears |
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| Duck & Waffle's Duck and Waffle |
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| Waffle, Cream & Berries |
After our waffle-fest, I left poor Hen to go home and finish her ironing and I hopped on the Number 11 bus (the best bus, as all Londoners know). Obviously shotgunning the front seat on the top deck (why would you not), I sat back and watched as St Paul's, Big Ben and Westminster Abbey sailed by me en-route to Chelsea. Whilst I was there, I managed to battle through the hoardes of post-Christmas Sale nutters to pick up a pair of these bad boys to wear tonight...
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| Office, £45. Get em here. |
...before I was off again to Green Park to meet up with my Australian pal Joe, who's over here visiting. We went to Shepherd's Market for a drink before wandering under the bright lights of Carnaby Street over to Soho's Golden Square for a drink in Graphic. After a bottle (or two, it had been a while...) we decided a sensible thing might be to get dinner. So, being practically a London Yoda, I suggested we headed over to my favourite pizzeria in town - Pizza East in Portobello. We sat at the bar, right in front of the chefs and the wood-fired pizza ovens, drooling over everything that came out. We ate garlic bread and drank champagne, before I settled on a Pork Belly pizza, and Joe had one with spicy sausage.
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| Garlic Bread (not my photo as I ate it too quickly) |
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| Pork Belly Pizza (aka the Mouth Orgasm) |
Feeling full and maybe a little stumble-y, we walked up Portobello Road back to Notting Hill Gate where we said our goodbyes. Although not for long - we'll be back for Round 2 tonight! I hope you all have an amazing New Year wherever you are - see you in 2013!
Love,
Belle x
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