After a fabulous day in London at the Theatre, we had a full day ahead of us in the City and the weather was glorious!
We had decided that we would go for a day of culture and the British Museum was on the cards. First of all we needed to pack and get ready to go out.
The hotel included breakfast which was a bit interesting, however 0830 arrived and the room bell rang. Outside the door was a basket with brioche, warm rolls, yoghurt, a selection of jams and honey and bottles of apple and orange juice.
Breakfast is served
We tucked in and then dressed ready for our next adventure. We walked down to the tube and popped along to Carnaby Street as according to Time Out magazine, there was a food festival on.
Arriving at Oxford Circus we wandered past Libertys, down into Carnaby Street. None of the shops were open yet, but then there was no sign of the festival either. We mooched around and had a look at various shops before making a decision to head on to the British Museum.
Carnaby Street
It was now around 11am and it only took a few minutes to get to Holborn. Walking through the sunny streets we got to a very busy Museum within five minutes. And the queue was Mahoosive!
Museum Artifacts
We walked through the gates into the main queue and a uniformed man came over to us. I went into a mini panic before realising that he was there to usher us through the barrier straight into the museum without queuing up! BONUS!
Oooer er missus!
Spending a good couple of hours wandering around the lofty halls, looking at ancient artifacts and loving everything I was looking at.
Just amazing
Eventually my leg was just too painful and we decided to go and have a drink outside before deciding what to do. Sitting at a huge table I was able to put my leg up to rest whilst H got the drinks.
Sitting in the sun
After a quarter of an hour chilling we had a chat about what we wanted to do. As it was lunchtime, H was getting a little hangry.
We had already discussed eating at a Nicholsons pub as I had many a good meal there. The closest was the Flying Horse on the corner of Tottenham Court Road; a relatively straight five minute walk.
Stunning Locale
Arriving there, we ordered a drink and asked for a menu. This was when we found out they only served sandwiches. Not what we were ideally looking for.
I knew there was another Nicholsons Pub a short walk along Oxford Street. I directed us there and soon enough we were at The Argyll Arms, a stones throw from Oxford Circus.
Time for lunch
It was pretty packed but they had a separate dining room upstairs. It took me a little while to get up there but it was really worth it. An old fashioned eating house would be the way I would describe it. The menu was great too and I was torn between a couple of dishes.
In the end both H and I plumped for the Sunday Roast.
Lush lunch
Beef, Yorkshire, all the trimmings. It was blooming handsome. We paired the food up with wine and gin and chilled out together.
Lunch was amazing and we had a couple more drinks and H wondered about dessert. I was stuffed so declined, but she went for the trio of mini desserts; Profiteroles, Chocolate Brownie and Lemon Meringue pie. It looked stunning and from what H said, it really was!
Delicious dessert
Eventually I had a small piece of one of the profiteroles and she was right, absolutely delicious.
All too soon it was time to go back to the hotel and collect our luggage. We got back on the tube to St Pancras and had about 40 minutes to spare. We decided to end the weekend away with some prosecco from Marks and Spencers for the journey home.
Home time
What a way to end a fantastic break away!
Till next time
SPSG xxx