On this particular trip, we weren't terribly adventurous. Over the years we've enjoyed the full gamut of London dining, from the grand to the ordinary. This time, we stuck to the trusted, familiar establishments in our new neighbourhood in Bloomsbury, and our old neighbourhood in Mayfair.
We ate breakfast here in our hotel room each morning--coffee, orange juice, fruit (bananas and satsumas), pain au chocolat.
If I'm working in the British Library, I usually don't bother lunching. If we're out and about, we pop in to Pret á Manger for a sandwich (me) or baguette (him). The sandwich I prefer to all others is Crayfish & Rocket, pictured here.
On Thanksgiving, we feasted at Depa Tandoori in Leigh Street, a short walk from the hotel. This is our local curry house, and fortunately it is an excellent one--in business since 1957. We returned two nights later, and had different dishes--except for bindi bahji, which is a must! Whenever I'm staying by myself in Cartwright Gardens, I haunt this place, and the chippie conveniently located next door.
For years we stayed in Piccadilly, in a spacious suite of rooms overlooking Green Park. Shepherd's Market is close by, and we've sampled many of its restaurants. We always return to Le Boudin Blanc for traditional--and delicious--French cuisine. The French staff are very effcient and friendly.
Inside the restaurant. Not long after, it was entirely full!
My friend the big pig, who watches over us as we dine. Perhaps this is why I never consume porc in any form.
Another favourite place is El Pirata, a tapas restaurant. It's not in Shepherd's Market, but just off Piccadilly in Down Street. When my husband is in London on business, he often phones me from this spot to say, "Guess where I'm about to eat?" And I reply with a jealous, long-suffering moan, because I know he's about to consume those divine tapas dishes and drink a lovely Spanish wine.
Inside El Pirata.
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