On Monday we took it easy and went shopping down Oxford Street. Then we went up Oxford Street. Then arbitrarily we turned left onto some other street and went for a walk.
The strangest part was the tube ride home, namely Russell Square station. To get to the platform, you could take the stairs or the elevator. As everyone queued for the lift, we went for the stairs but were stopped by a sign that read “it is 15 flights totalling 175 stairs to get to track level”. So we took the elevator.
Tuesday was far more eventful top to bottom. We headed to east London for a walking food tour which started at Spitalfields Market. The tour was very interesting as the east end has traditionally been a neighbourhood of poor immigrants who become established and move on. The area has been home to large French, Irish and Jewish populations, now home to a large Bangladeshi and artist population.
Delicious bread pudding. Very creme brulee-esque.
Fish and chips from the defending British Fish and Chips Champions 2014. Poppie’s I think.
We also enjoyed fantastic curries, salted caramel tart, locally brewed ale, salted hot beef on a fresh bagel. Brilliantly had taken photos on the other camera. Have evidence. Promise.
After the tour, Mari and I killed some time before I headed off for a football match. We met up with Chris Benoit and Peter Hitchcock at King’s Cross station and made our way to Griffin Park in Brentford.
Britain is as much pubs and beer as it is football. Every town has a club of some fame and many have been around for over a century. Some of their grounds (a.k.a. stadiums) have never moved. Griffin Park is around a century old and they are looking to move. During that time, houses have been built up around it and in this case there are 4 pubs, one on each corner of the ground.
The Princess Royal was first. (Guinness – feeling good)
Then The Griffin (Stowford Press cider – a little wobbly)
Followed by The Royal Oak (another Guinness – ok now things are wobbly)
And lastly The New Inn (Strongbow – still wobbly but not worse)
When we left the last pub we had 15 minutes to get in. Good thing it wasn’t 2 minutes to the gate. This might be the coolest thing ever.
Norwich City’s 1100 away fans on a Tuesday night.
Griffin Park alight.
I kid you not this was my seat. I was ok with it as this is a weird sense of credibility. I sat behind a stanchion. Awesome!
The visitors defeated Brentford 3-0. Quality game and we were 3 rows from the pitch. True it wasn’t Premier League but there is nothing wrong with the division below. Glad we could do this before they demo’d the old get.
Highlight : consuming more alcohol in an evening ever and watching an electric soccer game
Lowlight : Mari had a headache back at the hotel and napped off and on