We ate all day. Like, every hour.
By “we,” I mean myself and my mama bear. I don’t generally use the term “mother” because it makes me feel like I’m in the movie Psycho. I don’t know why, but if I use that term I always use it jokingly because I can’t say it seriously. Does anyone else feel like it’s psycho to call your mom “mother,” or is that just me being psycho?
The eating every hour wasn’t planned, but it worked. We went to the city early to get half price tickets to Shrek the Musical. Don’t laugh. I was skeptical about how good it would be, so I was hesitant to spend too much money. We ended up getting front row seats for £30 a piece, and we couldn’t have asked for more perfect seats. The theater was gorgeous and the show was so much fun. I enjoyed every second of it, and I’d definitely recommend it to anyone visiting London. It was exactly as The Sun newspaper described: Shrekcellent!
We weren’t allowed to take pictures, but here’s one I snuck:
Because it was 10 am and I’m so used to working early shifts, my head was demanding a coffee and working up a good headache. One mochaccino later and I was set.
We headed over to the Covent Garden Real Food market, which I didn’t even know existed. Apparently it’s only on Thursdays!
We were drawn by the empanadas, and I was super enthused to find they had veggie ones. Spinach, at that!
Chomped it down in about a minute.
Then we had mini creme brulees with burnt sugar on top. Oh my.
Then! This is almost too good for words: Prosecco Jell-O shots with fresh berries. The Brits say “jelly shots,” because they call Jell-O “jelly.” No.
I honestly think I could consume at least 30 Prosecco Jell-O shots.
After the Real Food market we took a bus to St. Paul’s Cathedral.
Behind the Cathedral is a new shopping center called One New Change.
Jamie Oliver has a restaurant there and had a stand set up selling pulled pork rolls topped with coleslaw, so we split one and ate on a bench in front of St. Paul’s.
Then we took a bus to Borough Market, where we got a potato topped with melted raclette.
At this point, it was time for Shrek. After Shrek we had Indian. I finally found a good Indian restaurant that doesn’t make me sick!! It was really fresh and light, but still great. Notice my pile of icky cilantro on the table.
Everything my mom does is perfect, and that includes eating. Her side of the table is always spotless, and mine ranges from looking like an entire plate tipped over to minor spillage like this.
I’m off to bed – 5 am work in the morning, more Borough Market for lunch, then the Lion King musical in the evening.