After breezing through customs @ Heathrow, a fabulous cabbie named Nick drove west to Isle of Dogs, my home away from home thru year-end. (Love those spacious, clean London dial-a-cabs!) After a quick unpack (and successful destruction of 2 converters), I headed out to Canary Wharf (surprisingly populated for a financial district Saturday). My first find was The Parlour, a beautiful-beyond-words gastro-pub which, I am certain, will become my 'local'. Dave the bartender, who told me to shout for him whenever bar was crowded and I needed a pint (he's going to regret that), let me in before opening to take snaps.
Odds are you'll find me there tomorrow morning buried behind the Sunday Times, tucking into a plate of Boiled Eggs & Buttered Toast Fingers. Then I'm headed here, for some new power cords.
Cheers.
I am so excited for you!....but even more for me.....as long as you keep this up your entire stay....sighhhhh my favorite town..Have fun and keep reporting PLEASE!...K
ReplyDeleteO.K. I'm officially jealous. What is the Isle of Dogs? I'll be back later, I'm taking a break from posting.
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Liz
Gorgeous pub! How lucky are you to have that as your local? Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteTotally envious! Have fun and please, please, please keep us posted. You have a special skill for finding the best wherever you are.
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