Okay, updates. I’m not usually one to take photos of food, but this is one of the best things I’ve eaten. ‘Pigs liver and egg’ at St Johns in London - go there if you can, that’s a demand.
This was also literally part of the last meal I had in London, as the next morning breakfast and lunch got put aside when I discovered my flight was leaving two hours before I thought. 28 years old and still screwing up 24 hour time WTF?.
Good news is I made it, and I’m now writing this in a stinking hot New York apartment. Which also means I’ve done Paris, London and NY in 48 hours, which seems like the kind of behavior befitting someone with a far more glamorous lifestyle, or if the intense questioning from customs is anything to go by, possibly a far more sinister one.