London is sick, my friends! Very nice. Too bad they're on international break or I might have gotten to the Emirates to attend.
London is sick, my friends! Very nice. Too bad they're on international break or I might have gotten to the Emirates to attend.
When he said egg and sausage breakfast I immediately thought he meant 2 egg, 2 bacon, 2 sausage, beans, mushrooms, bubble, toast and tea but was simply too damned lazy to elaborate.
Then I remembered he is a Yankee so maybe he simply played it safe and went to McDonalds.
Mind you, if we do pull the trigger on this deal, Ima be hitting one of these restaurants in your neck of the woods, honored Sir C. Gaucho, I've heard is good; and while I've been in Nobu in NYC, not yet London. Prob sh!t over here with fake Japanese people.
In respect of the pudding I can take and leave it. I had the world famous Clonakilty Black Pudding while in Cork last week and it repeated on me all day. Pleasant at the time, less so at 4pm.
Worcestershire sauce at breakfast is uncalled for other than in a beverage, and I am as open minded and liberal in this respect as the next man. In essence you're a borderline pervert.
Avoid Gaucho as if it were a syphilitic dog. For steaks, you'll be wanting Hawksmoor or Goodman.
Nobu shot its bolt 10 years ago. You must NOT be seen dead in such a place, for fear of being taken for a tourist. For modern oriental, it's Hakkasan or get to fúck.
You need tell me nothing of the German sausage, ega. The German sausage is a fine thing. But not for breakfast.
This would have been a more appropriate photograph
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Well, on those occasions one is enjoying the dubious delights of the so-called 'hot dog', then yes, it has its place. Of course these occasions are rare and generally one likes to keep them strictly private. It's like feeling little girls' bicycle seats, we all do it from time to time, but we don't shout about it.