Living somewhere for a long time can lull you in a false sense of ‘oh, I’ll do it some other time’. When I began blogging, it was in an effort to pull us out of the work > TV > sleep / repeat cycle we had slumped into. For example we watched in long-term slowmotion snaps as 20 Fenchurch Street, known better as the Walkie Talkie building, was pulled up from the ground.
From pre-construction opposition of ‘yet another’ strangely shaped
skyscraper to the media frenzy as the building’s signature curve of
glass melted a section of car by concentrating the sunshine, we watched
and made promises to ourselves (read: me nagging) that we’d visit the Sky Garden to check out the views
of London “soon”.
Soon turned into weeks, months and even a couple of
years despite tempting blogposts of more organised people popped up here
there and everywhere of this curious building. “Soon we’ll go”, “at
some point”, we said.
Thankfully, we can count on more organised friends to occasionally
rescue us from a bad case of the ‘soons’ and before we knew it we were
trotting along the streets towards our rendezvous point out of the cold
It’s possible to visit the Sky Garden and admire the views for free by booking in advance, but we decided to slake our obsession for brunch and book a table in the Darwin Brasserie.
Unfortunately we weren’t graced with blue skies, but with the
promise of good coffee and a cheerful brunch 36 floors in the air we
happily made our way through London on a Saturday morning.
Running into two of our friends 15 minutes before our booking, we
brandished our IDs before sliding through security and into the lift.
There is free entry to the Walkie Talkie Sky Gardens, but you can only
really book 2 weeks in advance and spaces are limited (of course you can
also do the yoga class we saw whilst there, but is the view really
worth a spate of physical exhortation & chakra balancing?).
Our 9am breakfast was perfect – when we arrived there were about 8 people floating around the main viewing floor though the balcony was shut – but it meant we were able to enjoy the view without dratted tourists in our frames. Espying the rest of our crew we slowly made our way up to Darwin’s Brasserie on the mezzanine floor.
We’ve managed to climb a fair few of the best viewpoints of London – we’ve nipped up the Shard a couple of times, we’ve feasted (and Skyped family in New Zealand) the Gherkin which is still my favourite view by a whisker, spent a good couple of hours on the London Eye, conquered Big Ben on foot and discovered a free London vista or two.
None of them had such a delicious brunch selection though.
We went for a la carte his ‘n hers…
My Eggs Royale was on excellent form with beautiful salmon (and muslin clothed fresh lemon) and Mr Kiwi really rather enjoyed his English Breakfast (even better than Duck & Waffle). We laughed at our stereotypical choices but I claimed quality testing. #anyexcuse
Oh, and we snuck a sneaky croissant or two.
Unfortunately we drew a grey, dismal day out of the London hat, but the view is still rather something.
And the moral of the story? Never use the word soon, use the word now. YOLO
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