In some respects I have a ridiculously long memory: flavours, kindnesses, lyrics to 90s pop songs, houses that have friendly cats. It’s also in respect to restaurants that I fancy visiting. and Galvin at Windows is somewhere that had been on my list for more than an age.
We just hadn’t quite gotten around to booking a table, but luckily my Mr Kiwi has an even longer memory than me (or is just more susceptible to hints) so for my birthday, he treated me to a million dollar view over London – and a Michelin starred dinner to boot.
This has been a rollercoaster of a month. For both myself and a lot of the people around me, so if we were having a coffee right now, I suspect we’d be having a White Russian – a cocktail made with vodka, coffee liqueur and cream served with ice in an Old Fashioned glass. Yum.
Work is incredibly busy, travel has been fairly non-existent this month if it hasn’t been work-related and I’ve very rarely been peeping my head outside of my front door. Sometimes you just have to.
I loves me a quick escape from London, so when a curious pixie (or should I say THE Curious Pixie) hit me up for a cheeky weekday wander-filled daytrip to Rochester I was absolutely up for shaking off the shackles of my desk and hitting the road.
Well, technically we hit the train tracks, hopping on a quick locomotive from London Victoria to Rochester (it’s 40 minutes or so, the perfect length of time for a natter and a breakfast croissant.)
The sun was shining gloriously, my apple green soft-top Maserati was parked neatly under the shadow of the Shard and I had a generously proportioned gin cocktail in front of my hand for sipping*. We’d popped into the Tanqueray Gin Garden at Bar 31 in the Shangri La (disclosure: we were invited guests of the Shangri La) right next to London Bridge Station, and life was good.
* One of these things isn’t quite accurate – I’ll leave you to guess which. Hint: I haven’t got rid of my taxi app just yet – and make sure you have a chauffeur if you’re going to bring your apple green Maserati with you.
I simply had to draft out a round-up of the 9 best London afternoon teas I’ve enjoyed in 2018/2019, especially as someone, somewhere in the universe has designated this week national afternoon tea week. I mean it’s only the best time ever to reminisce about afternoons of luxury – who needs more excuses to book a few more!?
Not all afternoon teas are created equal. Crumbling scones, dry sandwiches and, horror of all horrors, having to share or barter around the delicate confections of cake that crown afternoon tea tiers. But. None of these have made it onto this list.