NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT ENGLAND, THE QUEEN, OR THE TERRIBLE IDEA TO BREXIT, THIS CITY IS A DREAM...
The first time I came to London was years ago when I was a young, wild college student on my summer vacation. I was backpacking with one of my life-long friends. We showed up during Ramadan without a plan or a place to stay. So, naturally, we pooled our money at the only available 5-star with hotel up near Buckingham Palace. We arrived at our pristine white miniature palace. Our butler, Winston, I think his name was, escorted us to our room which comprised of marble flooring, a gold toilet, and mints on our pillows. We smelt like stale cigarettes in our baggy flannels & jeans... As we roamed the streets sipping cider with our new English friends, eating crepes, and Indian food on back alley streets, London...over-delivered. Unfortunately we had to sleep at the airport and leave as fast as we could because the British Pound was just too expensive for our college taste. Anyway, this trip as a 25-year-old with slightly more in my checking account than my 19-year-old self was a much different experience.
EAT + DRINK
Unfortunately, I didn't venture out much beyond the classic fish and chips since I was cooped up writing, reading, Christmas shopping.