This is going to be a quick take on the rest of my London trip. A slightly more detailed version will follow, assuming I write it on the flight back Friday afternoon, along with pictures.
Tuesday and part of Wednesday I spent at work. Tuesday night's dinner was at Busaba Eathai, a Thai restaurant northwest of our hotel, near the British Museum.
On Wednesday afternoon I went to the Tate Modern art gallery, then took myself out for a cheap fish & chips dinner at Garfunkel's (yes, I'm aware it's a lousy diner). On Thursday we had lunch at Brown's with the London IT staff, then they took us to Global Switch, my firm'sbackup data center for our European offices. We ended our evening at West India Quay with many beers, some pizza, and the entertainment of dragon boat racing on the small inlet/fjord/man-made riverbank alongside the restaurant row.
It was a mildly disappointing week at the Light Bar at St. Martin's Lane Hotel. While there were some attractive members of the opposite sex, for the most part it was a slow week, with many empty seats. Tuesday and Wednesday nights were particularly sad, as the bar was a complete rod-fest. But sweet liquor kills the pain, and the firm paying the bills makes you forget the pain ever existed.
Tuesday and part of Wednesday I spent at work. Tuesday night's dinner was at Busaba Eathai, a Thai restaurant northwest of our hotel, near the British Museum.
On Wednesday afternoon I went to the Tate Modern art gallery, then took myself out for a cheap fish & chips dinner at Garfunkel's (yes, I'm aware it's a lousy diner). On Thursday we had lunch at Brown's with the London IT staff, then they took us to Global Switch, my firm'sbackup data center for our European offices. We ended our evening at West India Quay with many beers, some pizza, and the entertainment of dragon boat racing on the small inlet/fjord/man-made riverbank alongside the restaurant row.
It was a mildly disappointing week at the Light Bar at St. Martin's Lane Hotel. While there were some attractive members of the opposite sex, for the most part it was a slow week, with many empty seats. Tuesday and Wednesday nights were particularly sad, as the bar was a complete rod-fest. But sweet liquor kills the pain, and the firm paying the bills makes you forget the pain ever existed.
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