Three Days in London

The flight over was more eventful than I would have liked - a guy in the row behind me drank three airplane bottles of wine and threw up all over himself, his seatmate, the seats, etc. - half an hour before landing. He was originally sitting next to me but traded to be across the aisle from his buddy, thank goodness.

I'd decided to eat in the Charlotte airport (barbecue, of course) and not to eat anything on the plane, so I just had some water and orange juice. This is the first time I've done this and it really is the way to go unless you're flying on an airline like Air France where the food is usually very good.

My eating record here in London has been incredibly boring. After rolling, bumping, and dragging myself and my luggage to the Tavistock Hotel in Bloomsbury I had to cool my heels for a few hours before getting into my room so I had strong English tea and a lunch of bacon (really ham) and onion quiche, salad, potato salad, and a mixture of rice and corn at Jacques wine bar on the ground floor of the building. Yes, that's potatoes and rice. The Tavistock's English breakfast buffet is been quite good, especially if you like artery-clogging stuff first thing in the morning.

On Wednesday night I got in late and exhausted so had the chicken paprika over rice (pretty flavorless). But last night's supper of lamb chops, roasted new potatoes and grilled vegetables was excellent.

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Today I have a late-afternoon flight to Brussels from Heathrow's notorious terminal 5. I'll have one more lunch at Jacques and head over there right after. Fortunately I can catch the Picadilly Line here at Russell Square and go directly there so there'll be a minimum of bruises.