Last full day in London. I'm ready to be home for a bit, although I'm off to the Keys next week.

The clocks changed in the UK this weekend. We were meant to be out at XXL when it happened, which would have cut short our evening by an hour, I think. But two days of walking, churches, and trains took their toll. We settled for a Lebanese dinner at Maroush, then a few tragic drinks at the City of Quebec. Maroush was lovely. Falafel, fried haloumi cheese, chicken schwarma and fresh vegetables, with Lebanese beer. The staff hovers in a disconcerting manner, but the place is busy and the food good. We picked Maroush Gardens, which is one of four different Maroush restaurants within about 100 metres of each other. (Three of which have exactly the same menu and prices.) We were seated next to a young guy dining alone, who was curiously earnest with every request he made. "Would it be possible to....", "Could I ask you to....", "May I ask you....". Each question was accompanied by a strange bow of the head. He was obviously nervous.

Labels: dining, london, vacation