Toast

Actually, when I say I had ‘no plans’ for London, I did have one kind-of-plan.  I’ve always been partial to a bit of toast – current low-carb diet notwithstanding – and in the in-flight mag as we left Australia there was an article on great places of the world t have toast.  Several of them were in London, and so I took a shot of the addresses and made a mental note to try them if I could.

This morning presented a bit of an opportunity.  While Justine took the kids to Madame Tussaud’s (one of the non-negotiable destinations in her list), I had some time to jump the Central Line over to Liverpool St Station (ka-ching!) and hunt around to find one of them.  It didn’t turn out to be too hard (being on the main road through Islington), but oddly and randomly I came across a new outlet of one of the others on a little alleyway I was cutting through!  Thus, it was toast for breakfast and, after an elongated stroll via some other Monopoly locales, it was also toast for lunch.

L: OTTOLENGHI; R: St John Bread and Wine

Alas, I can’t say that the toast was amazing – but it was a heap of fun wandering over there to find them, and the locations were cool if nothing else.

Just a few hours of the holiday left now.  By this time tomorrow we will be on a plane home and mum will be off cruising around England and Spain, just because she can.  We have one last afternoon and evening here though, and I thoroughly intend it to be focused on food and drink in Soho as much as is possible.  So, uh, I’m off…