All the happiness right now. I arrived on Tuesday and have been running wild since. And by running wild, I mean I deleted MyFitnessPal calorie tracker before I arrived and life since then...
has.
Been.
Glorious.
Fuck calorie counting.
Here's what I've been eating in London:
The required eating upon arrival in London. I have a fondness for this pub over by London Bridge. |
Baked donuts in Shoreditch |
They're baked and therefore healthy. Yes I ate both. I don't share, don't be ridiculous. |
Discovering the wonderful filter coffee available at Rapha Cycle Club's cafe |
Most places do not serve it as they have an espresso machine or they have instant coffee (which is disgusting, and you won't convince me otherwise). Neither of these options give you a drip or filter coffee (if you weren't aware). Places with an espresso machine will offer an Americano, specifically named because it's similar in style to what we drink in America. But it's just espresso diluted with hot water. I am not a huge fan, but it'll do in a pinch.
I have found that my beloved Jamie's Italian no longer serves pour over coffee in Greenwich and I was rejected from all other coffee shops there with a sneer every time I asked for filter coffee. I went into Rapha Cycle Club in Central London asking for an Americano and got the the most magical response:
'Americano? No, you really should try our filter coffee.'
I love them. The wedding will be next year, early June. There will be a reception that everyone is invited to and we'll be serving only filter coffee. And baked donuts. Obviously.
Now when I'm not on the search for the perfect coffee in London (which even I find slightly ironic considering I love everything about England. You'd think I'd be all about the tea every day. But seriously. Don't mess with my coffee intake. Even in England I must have my coffee), I can usually be found consuming wine and cheese and all the British foods.
Believe it or not, this was what I had in Blackheath prior to going to a friend's house for dinner. Don't underestimate my ability to pack it in. |
Scotch Egg from The Gypsy Moth in Greenwich. One of my favourite British foods. |
So here's to touristing, eating all the good stuff, and adventures with all the lovely people. (I'm 100% going to be eating dinner with this girl. She's my foodie soulmate. And my weirdo dark humor soulmate. We're just made for each other basically and someday I'm sure her and Sam will be adopting me. You can adopt a 30 year old child right??)
Nope. Not at all embarrassed to take the VERY tourist-y picture with a phone box. |