Will write more at another time, but one thing I will mention is the hot beef sandwich I foolishly bought in Harrods at lunchtime, which while pleasant enough, was not exactly hot, and left me feeling “meh”.
So, deciding to stay in London a few more hours, and miss the evening rush hour, I made my way to Selfridges, and their “Brass Rail” cafe, where I often go for a large helping of hot salt beef. Served between two slices of fresh white bloomer, with a sliced pickle, it was hot, it was beef and it was delicious, melting in the mouth. Frankly, it pissed all over Harrods’ sandwich, and then stood and crowed over the quivering corpse.
I’ll know better next time.