Spoiled Rotten…

…That’s exactly how I felt as my parents and I tube-d our way from one dreamy neighborhood to another when they visited me in London last week.

From Hampstead to Harrod’s, it was a week to remember, but with my parents back in NYC and me back to eating canned tuna for dinner, I’ll have to settle for a nostalgic recap right here. Shall we?

For our very first night, I booked dinner at La Bodega Negra in Soho. We showed up to find this…

la bodega negra

We stood with our heads cocked to the side and our brows furrowed until a model-type smoking outside confirmed that the raunchy storefront was indeed the restaurant we were looking for. We tentatively made our way inside and down the stairs, where a hostess in a white bob wig welcomed us. Needless to say, it was a bit of a scene.

Perhaps it was the uber-dim lighting or the liquid encouragement from the grapefruit margaritas, but we over-ordered; shrimp ceviche, a quesadilla rustica, soft shell crab and pork belly tacos, a roasted corn salad, and enchiladas were more than enough for the three of us.

As if we needed more meat and cheese, the next day began with a trip to Borough Market (remember it from here?), where friends and I showed my parents how to sample like champs. We went the sharing route for our main meals, opting for a hogwich (a doughy white bun slathered with apple sauce, stuffed with braised pork, and sandwiched along with a brittle stick of crispy pig skin…sorry vegetarians), paella, and a “Naughty Brownie” (appropriately named, as it was essentially a block o’ deep, dark fudge). Unfortunately the hogwich was far less photogenic than these chocolates…

borough market chocolate

From there we walked our way through Southwark, towards my humble abode for the semester. Upon entrance, my parents deemed it…less than humble. If i remember correctly, the words ‘insane asylum’ and ‘prison cell’ were uttered when they walked inside my dorm room.

To balance things out, when we weren’t eating, we were walking…

london sights

london sights

…Or going to museums. We made it to The Tate Britain, The Victoria and Albert Museum, and The Courtauld Gallery at The Somerset House.

Tate Britain

Perhaps my favorite day of all was the one we spent in Hampstead, a charming area in the north west of London where the greenery was gushing and the residences were ravishing. The side streets, studded with vintage shops and flower stands, similarly proved a pleasure to wander through.

hampstead

hampstead

hampstead flower stand

Hampstead was also where we enjoyed the most British  of brunches for just five pounds each. Coffees and fresh-squeezed orange juice to start, followed by the traditional English breakfast for my father (a poached egg, beans, toast, bacon, sausage) and the light breakfast for me and my mother (a poached egg with grilled tomatoes and sautéed mushrooms).

british brunch

british brunch

british brunch

Other favorite moments included a quick weave through the not-to-be-believed food halls at Harrod’s and some sunny (gasp) moments spent on a bench in Hyde Park.

harrod's food hall

hyde park

I’d call it a near-perfect six-day stint with the king and queen in my life, for the only piece missing was my sister. If only I could convince them to return for round 2 with the complete clan…

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One thought on “Spoiled Rotten…

  1. DEAREST ANTHEA, YOUR BLOGS ARE WONDERFUL & I’M DROOLING. I HOPE WHEN YOU SAY YOU WANT THE ENTIRE FAMILY TO RETURN YOU MEAN GRANDMA TOO!!!!! IN THE MEANTIME,I SEND YOU ALL MY LOVE & MANY MANY BIRTHDAY WISHES & YOUR BIRTHDAY PRESENT IS WAITING FOR YOU HERE AT HOME. HRONIA POLA, ME POLI AGAPE.XXXOOO

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