The missus and I went to London the other week for work as well as pleasure. We both were fortunate to be sent their at the same time by our respective companies. Coincidence? I think not!
London - that's where we met, a cold Saturday in February 2001. Going back together brought back a lot of fond memories and created some new. I guess it also readjusted some and erased others. Funny how the mind works.
We visited our old stomping grounds: The Cod in Knightsbridge, The Wine Factory and Zucca in Notting Hill. The Cod (Admiral Codington) was Erin's local pub, just around the corner from her pad. The Wine Factory was the restaurant where we had our first real date and Zucca were we had our first lunch, that cold Saturday morning. Both around the corner from my old pad.
We spent the most of the weekend hanging out with my buddies - shopping, eating and drinking. The shopping in London is very different from most places in the US but that's another blog.
What I really like about London and the UK in general is their drinking culture. Spending a rainy Saturday with your friends, exchanging stories and drinking real beer (no light Bud crap) in front of the fireplace is not too bad (as the brits say). It's actually freakin' great.
So after several hours of walking and shopping the choice was clear - a pint at The Cod would make a great finish to a fun day. Or at least make the transition from afternoon into evening somewhat painless.
It's amazing how thirsty one can get when one is out shopping. Bloody hell! I think we had a few pints and shared a couple of bottles of wine before the darkness and hunger made it's presence known. Thank God they close the Pubs at 11 o'clock. Otherwise we might still have been there - chatting and drinking in front of the fire.
I couldn't agree more with Samuel Johnson's quote from Boswell's Life: "When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford."
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