Friday, December 12, 2014
Do you have somewhere of which you are fond quite out of proportion to its objective merits?
I have to admit that we do, and we got our visit off to a good start yesterday by going there. It's just a pub, the kind of ordinary commercial high-street place of which I'm sure there are dozens if not hundreds in this lovely city, part of some chain that supplies the beer and the resolutely uninventive menu. We don't care; the Mister and I like because we've always been happy there, and because it provides an excellent base for people-watching.
We were even doubly lucky yesterday, as Thursday is the Curry Special, which provides a hearty helping of that Britannic speciality, chicken tikka masala, and all the trimmings including a nice pint. The weather was gray and spitting rain, but it was marvelously comfortable in our little place, the people (and a colorful lot they were) that even little bit more happy to be there out of the weather on a raw Thursday afternoon.
Our hotel, a vast and ponderous pile made more than tolerable by an almost miraculous corporate rate and the presence of an indoor pool, is located at the far end of London's principal Arabic thoroughfare the Edgware Road. Walking down toward Marble Arch we might as well be in an unseasonably cold Cairo, so thick is it with shisha joints and discount mobile phone stands. All in all it's starting off a lovely trip, with every sign of it continuing so - and more adventures to come.