One of the greatest discoveries I made about London, and England as a whole, there will always be somewhere within collapsing distance for you to grab a pint and some good food. And by good food, I mean the same service as if you were to drop into a friends house and they asked you what you wanted to eat and they made it and it was gooood.
We wandered a bit, peeking around corners and alleyways. Josh may have had something in mind he was looking for, but best laid plans had other good intentions.
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| It would have been cool if it was actually a Discotheque AND Fish and Chips place. |
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| "There's got to be someplace around here!" |
Finally we saunter in to The White Hart. My first true British pub experience.
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| "Remember, put all drinks on either table 6 or 8." |
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| CHEERS! |
Ahhh, sitting down and getting a pint, with food on the way, is such a great feeling after an already overwhelming (in a good way) first day. Afternoon, I should correct. This day is far from over!
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| The most beautiful vision |
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| Eyes on your work Bray. We don't want another "Floor Goop" incident on our hands. |
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| You did good, The White Hart, you did good. |
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