11 November 2012

Forgive me Mother, for I have Sinned

Sorry, sorry sorry. I know I shouldn't have, but I just didn't see any alternative. I have (oh Lordy, forgive me please) come to Starbucks for my Sunday morning latte. I know, I know, they don't pay any tax and are the Devil's Spawn. And they still use the term "beverage" as if it confers some sort of status on the user. But you see Taylor Street still isn't open on Sundays (what must we do to ensure this I wonder) so ... so ... so that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. The drinks are still second rate, though they have at least admitted that hot milk does not a latte make and are actually adding some coffee now.

A couple of other points from the weekend so far: bicycling ain't for the faint hearted. My buttocks feel as if they went to Catholic school after yesterday's ride along the Thames. And secondly, if this isn't the best restaurant in London on a consistent basis then I'd like to know what is.

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