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Traffic
swarms around Big Ben, as viewed from atop a double-decker tour
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Martini
madness: OK. So I'm in London. And I figure
these people know their gin.
After all, they
even have those guys at the Tower of London named after a type of
gin, Beefeaters, right? So I 'm determined to get a martini. My
first attempt is in Picadilly Tandori, and Indian place. I order
a Saphire martini, with Olives. I get gin that tastes like it came
out of a plastic bottle. It's mixed with soda. On the rocks. With
a twist of lemon. Fortunately, the food was awesome. Undaunted,
I try again the next night. This time at an Italian place, Trattoria
Italiana Biagio, right next to Charing Cross station. I order my
ususal: Saphire gin with olive, dirty. I get something that I suspect
was a glass of sweet vermouth with a splash of gin in it. From here
on, I'm going with ale and bitter ...
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King
Henry VIII's combat armor on display at the Royal Armouries
at the Tower of London. |
Nevermind:
I'm standing on the platform of the train station in Newport, South
Wales. It's a miserable, rainy day. We were supposed to go mountain
biking again this morning but bagged because the weather's so
bad. So I'm waiting for my train to London ... when I look up and
see Kurt Cobain scowling at me from a poster promoting Nirvana's
From the Muddy Banks of the Wishkah. The rain. The gloom.
No wonder he blew his brains out ...
Football
hooligan? I have dinner at the hotel (the Regent Palace off
Picadilly Circus) my first night in London, and I'm surprised to
see the Steelers playing the Oilers on TV while I eat. Afterward,
I walk over the the bar, order a pint of Brains bitter and strike
up a conversation with Matthew, who lives in North Dublin but is
in London for a funeral. I buy him a Canadian Ale (Canada Dry) and
talk to him about American football, which he claims is popular
in Ireland. He's a good guy, and he claims a brush with greatness:
"I know the family of that one from U2," he says. "I'm
not impressed by him, and I told his mum that." Hmm. I order
another pint and watch the Steelers cough up the ball in a losing
effort ...
Tubular:
The London subways where phenomenal. Easy to navigate, clean and
convenient. But I was amused by the jargon associated with them.
I was constantly being advised to "mind the gap" (watch
for the space between the platform and the train) and take the Way
Out (exit) to the street.
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