Liv and I just arrived home after a long (ish) day of touristing in Central London. Let me tell you one thing: A LOT less exciting then just walking around the West End. Overwhelming, crowded, and apparently you have to pay to sit down. The most exciting thing was Platform 9 3/4. I couldn't stop laughing.
But, in the past couple days, outside of The Tourist Zone, we have discovered some glorious places to fill our stomaches.
The first place is Brook's Counter and Table in Hammersmith.
Along with delectable snackies you can see in this picture, they also serve sandwiches, breakfast items and freshly baked treats. It's cute, it's good, I'll probably be by here frequently.
And then there is this place...
Ottolenghi. The name feels incredibly weird in my mouth and I usually end up calling it the Olive Garden or oligarchy... But, man, is it heaven on earth. I can't explain it. You will have to come here and see for yourself. Or look it up and read about it.
That is all.
-Hannah
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
I am not homeless
That's all. I have found a wonderful flatshare in the West End. The best part? I will be sharing the flat with two, bug eyed, flouffy dogs. Absolute paradise.
AND, whoever said that food in London is bland and boring was wrong.
And that's not just because I am the hugest fan of putting things on toast, it is because of this:
Well, Olivia and I have found a Scrabble board so, BYE!
-Hannah
AND, whoever said that food in London is bland and boring was wrong.
And that's not just because I am the hugest fan of putting things on toast, it is because of this:
Well, Olivia and I have found a Scrabble board so, BYE!
-Hannah
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Donde esta the time?
Bonjour mon petite bebe!
Let's just get this out of the way: I don't speak any foreign language.
Paris was fun. I'm about 100% sure that in the solid 24 hours we spent there all we ate was bread and cheese. So hopefully London has a lot of hearty greens for me and my sister, Olivia, to gorge ourselves on.
This morning we crossed from Calais (Northern France) to The Cliffs of Dover (A port in Southern England also referred to, by us, as The Cliffs of Insanity) and are now in London, England. Let's just say we are more than happy to be surrounded by people who speak our language; well, kind of...
There are a lot of "lifts" and "thanks for letting me pitch a seat" and "bloody Irish!".
And we have already been serenaded in Gaelic.
Well, we're off to find some grub!
More later-
-Hannah
Let's just get this out of the way: I don't speak any foreign language.
Paris was fun. I'm about 100% sure that in the solid 24 hours we spent there all we ate was bread and cheese. So hopefully London has a lot of hearty greens for me and my sister, Olivia, to gorge ourselves on.
This morning we crossed from Calais (Northern France) to The Cliffs of Dover (A port in Southern England also referred to, by us, as The Cliffs of Insanity) and are now in London, England. Let's just say we are more than happy to be surrounded by people who speak our language; well, kind of...
There are a lot of "lifts" and "thanks for letting me pitch a seat" and "bloody Irish!".
And we have already been serenaded in Gaelic.
Well, we're off to find some grub!
More later-
-Hannah
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)
About Me
- Hannah
- "I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me."