Saturday, November 13, 2010

Upper Class

Arrived at 7:30 a.m. after an Ambien-induced slumber & too-early wake-up from Bob the steward (Bob thought I'd ordered breakfast but I hadn't, thinking the additional 90 minutes of sleep would be nice. Sigh.)  No matter, can I just say how much I adore the full-flat beds on Virgin Atlantic?

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.



  1. I am so excited for you!....but even more for long as you keep this up your entire stay....sighhhhh my favorite town..Have fun and keep reporting PLEASE!...K

  2. O.K. I'm officially jealous. What is the Isle of Dogs? I'll be back later, I'm taking a break from posting.

  3. Gorgeous pub! How lucky are you to have that as your local? Enjoy!

  4. Totally envious! Have fun and please, please, please keep us posted. You have a special skill for finding the best wherever you are.