London Round-up

Brick-lane

Dear Cath,

I want you to feel like you were there with us, but I hope that doesn’t mean you’ll get finger-scrolling-itis — there are an excessive amount of photos in this one. It’s the only way it can be done.

London: 2 weeks ago
Your first full morning in town, you wake up and head to Brick Lane with us. It’s a gloriously sunny and warm day in east London (yes, London!) and the marketeers are just tying their tarps to metal poles and unpacking their wares: everything from cutsey dresses to tangles of wires to vinyl and chipped tea cups.

We were so early we made it before all the amazing food had fully started bubbling away in their shallow cast iron pots: thai curries mingled next to tacos who rubbed shoulders with samosas. But before we get ahead of ourselves . breakfast.

Beigel Bake. Open 24 hours. Cheap as chips and delicious as any self-respecting New York bagel would be. We got cream cheese and smoked salmon on ours. It wasn’t fancy — just served wrapped in a napkin. We ate ours blinking under the florescent lights (even on a sunny day in London, it doesn’t mean you turn those off):

Beigel bake

There are a lot of bricks in Brick Lane:

Brick lane luncheonette

Next up, let’s go across the water (Thames not Channel) and visit the Tate Modern. Matisse’s cutouts are on view!

Tate Matisse Cut Outs

(I took this pic before I realised we weren’t allowed. Don’t you love Matisse’s handwriting for his Jazz book? He made it purposefully large to match the curvy robustness of his dynamic paper shapes:

Matissies

We didn’t just stick to Matisse though. I wanted to see some of the permanent collection too. I’ve never heard of Chen Zen, but I loved this piece by him called Cocon du Vide. It’s an oriental chair (like the ones we had in our living room growing up — French Horn seat!) with a cage of abacus and rosary beads woven above it. I know it’s a bit cage-like, but instead of feeling trapped it makes me feel safe (says the semi-agoraphob):

Cocon-du-vide

Matisse and Zhen were not at all contemporaries (and not connected in the Tate) but both of them worked while very ill. Zhen had terminal cancer and Matisse was recovering from a very difficult surgery after being diagnosed with colon cancer in the 50s. I wonder if art was a solace for them or an absolute necessity in dealing with illness. One to ponder.

Pondering make you peckish? Why don’t we stop by for some lunch while we rub elbows with some overpriced designer handbags? To Harrods’ Food Hall!

Harrods sandwich

To work off all our salmon and watercrest, I think we should probably (window) shop. How does Liberty sound?

Liberty

Liberty-london

I love how Tudor-y the facade is and all the displays on the inside! I managed to drag myself away with just one delicious smelling (£6 gulp!) bar of soap. It smells like heaven. Citrus, Italian, heaven. Anything strike your fancy? It’s not really our style, but I think the bits and bobs we picked for Mom are right up her alley.

Ooops! Too much dawdling we’ll be late for our appearance in Covent Garden. To the the-a-tah! (Such lovely lighting London has after a fresh washing in the evening):

Covent-Gardeny

Did you remember your opera glasses? Being in the nose bleeds, they will be absolutely necessary to see Thomas Cromwell rise to power (and Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn circle around each other in Tudor fashion):

Opera glasses

Tomorrow morning! (You’re not tired, are you?). As we know we’ll be eating and eating and eating again, shall we start with good intentions? Expensive green juice at the juice bar just a few blocks from our flat? Alkalize away (because this ends with cronuts)!

Green juice london

A delicious appetizer to Borough Market, just a jaunt to the southern end of London Bridge:

borough-market

We might have had some curry and cookies and brownies (no photographic evidence on blog means calories unconsumed). Back north for some more (window) shopping (I really am trying to consume just with my eyes — and mouth — and not with my wallet) on Carnaby Street:

Carnaby street

Phew! Now that’s out of the way, there might, I say might, be some more eating in store (not all in one afternoon, I promise). It wasn’t all dangerously heart-clogging. One lunch I actually stuck to my endo diet and had this lovely salad plate from (ironically) Pan Quotidian:

clean salad

And we went to one of London’s best pizza places (and my favorite pizza ever), Homeslice Pizza, with Gracie and Nicolas. This one was zucchini and deliciousness:

Home-slice-pizza

But by far my most favorite eating all weekend was Chinatown — the street food. We got the most delicious char sui baos I’ve ever had — and they were vegetable! Usually I think the pork is the only way to go (and you know I don’t like pork) but these veggie ones were the bees knees:

char-sui-bao

Right next to char sui bao heaven was what looked like a teeny savory crepe stand. I couldn’t read most of the menu but there was something that said “Pancake + crispy + Egg” so we got that. Here’s how it went down: lady ladles out pancake batter on the crepe cooker plate, while it cooks she breaks a raw egg on top and scrambles it around so it cooks and then sprinkles on green onion and cilantro. Flip. This side gets some hoisin sauce and duck sauce with a bit of chili. And then the crispy. Which is exactly that: layers of crispy (wanton dough?) goes on top of the sauces and then everything gets folded up into a neat pocket for you to munch while walking to lunch (bibimbap, to be exact):

Chinatown pancake

Chinatown-street-food

Before we hop on the train back to Edinburgh (a place that now seems sorely lacking in abundance of constant foodstuff variety), let’s stop by a French bakery and get some cronuts (or crodoughs as they were called). We’ll take them to Bloomsbury Square to sit on a bench and digest — all our meals and trip well spent, me thinks:

crodoughs

Pan-de-pie-london

The end!

Do you feel like you were right there with us and are now too stuffed to eat dinner? Fun had by all, but so wish you were there! Can you believe the last time we were there together was 11 years ago? Criminal, that is.

Love you like Cripsy loves Egg,

Lar

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    1. It’s not huge, Kate, but what’s there is pretty good. It’s right next to Soho so it was lovely to see the Pride Parade spill into Chinatown — a good mix, me thinks!

  1. What a wonderful, lovely, exciting post! I feel like I was almost right there by you! That’s why I love our little blog – it makes me feel so much more connected with you! I wish I could have eaten all of the yummy food. I’ve had a crodough before, but the London ones look divine! Also, why is that crispy egg pancakes not available everywhere?!? I bet it would be universally loved – I mean, you can’t go wrong with sweet and salty AND crispy.

    I still can’t believe I’ve never been to the Tate Modern. It reminds me of a bigger Hirshorn, which is my favorite Smithsonian museum. And the Liberty of London store looks magical!

    Has it really been 11 years? That makes me feel so old. It really doesn’t feel that long ago.

    Hopefully we can change that stat withing the next year!

    thanks for taking me a long with you!
    xoxo, Cath

    1. Yesss! Next year! Let’s do it!

      You are spot on — it’s as if the Hirshorn turned into a giant rectangle instead of the circle. oh you would love it!

      Again, so sorry to make you scroll so much. I know not all the piccies were that interesting, but I did very much want you to feel like you were there!

      XOXOXOX,

      Lar

  2. I WANT TO LEAVE A COMMENT BUT I’M OVERSTIMULATED!!!

    For real though, this is a rich post. Way to modestly speak nothing of the ADORABLE hand basket you took to the Tate Modern. You have to know it almost detracts from the Matisses. Also, the way he stylized his handwriting here is a freaking cool detail.

    1. Hahahah! Thanks, Cammila! Sorry for the on-slaught of pictures!

      I actually got that lovely basket for £8 at a stall in Brick Lane and love it because it’s just the perfect size to sit in the crook of my arm. I got lots of weird looks on the tube, but Matt and I were repeatedly mistaken for locals and I think it had to do with his mustache and my basket — upstopable hipster combo (not sure that’s a good thing).

      If I had been able to sneak more pics of Matisse, I swear he would have totally won — especially his blues. he did good blues.

      xoxox,
      Lar

  3. Oh my goodness heavens! Having been there for a lot of those experiences, it was so much fun reading about it through your own words! And naughty you snuck a photo of me looking awful into the post *facepalm*

    GG
    XOXO

    1. I hope you didn’t mind GG — you always look gawgeous and I made sure that it wasn’t too much so my massive head is covering most of you. xoxoxo

  4. Gorgeous pics!!! Makes me want to be somewhere other than here 🙂 Rainy London > Rainy ATL !!

    I love when people think I’m local instead of a tourist. I mean, everyone’s a tourist somewhere, but it’s just to think you can ‘blend in’ 🙂 Congrats to you both 😉

  5. Sorry for the late comment! I enjoyed your London post – it makes me want to go back for a visit since I’m so close in Paris. The food looked great!
    I must ask about the patterned mini skirt you wore to the theatre – where is it from?

  6. Gasp I miss all of this!! I lived in London circa 2003-2004 and it’s always in my heart. Especially Bethnal Green, Brick Lane, London Fields, Dalston, etc.

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