The Better London

To all of you who refer to New York, NY as "THE city" (as if there is only one city in the world), it is time for a much needed wake-up call. London is by far the coolest, most advanced city I have visited, light years ahead in both fashion and all around male sexiness. Londoners may drive on the wrong side of the road, but they definitely know the right way to live... find a nearest pub, day drink, and sing 80's hits. And, best of all, after almost a month of drought, I finally got my hands on a Starbucks (or five).

They're always thinking of us stupid people.

Awaiting Orly Frieberg's arrival from Nottingham, I wandered the city alone, awkwardly asking random people to take pictures of me. Yup, I'm that girl, and I couldn't have been happier to take in the sights... and by sights I'm referring to the array of designer merchandise at Harrod's. Too scared to even touch anything, I found exactly where I belonged: the food court. Unfortunately one of my favorite restaurants, Teriyaki Experience (not kidding), was nowhere to be found. What I did discover, however, was even better than my wildest imagination, rooms and rooms of every kind of food on this planet! Dim sum, sushi, prepared foods, meats, chocolates, cakes... you name it. I was brought back down to earth when I saw that a miso soup was 9 pounds, only about $14 dollars. I settled for a mini-cupcake.

Orly, pretty much Anglicized already, showed me around town for the weekend. Our Chinese dinner was a necessary break from all the pizza and pasta I've been consuming (I know, I'm living a rough life). We even mingled with the locals at a club in Chelsea, only to realize that Chelsea is a wealthy area and, logically, home to a sizable population of Juden. Even the gap-toothed, questionable hobo had been on year course.

The next morning, determined to see views other than a store's interior and primed to take epic Facebook pictures, we hit all the major London sights. Buckingham Palace, the Big Ben, Trafalgar Square, Covent Gardens... we did it all. But to show you the less glamorous side of touring, see the picture below. Climbing monuments is tough when you haven't worked out in over a month.

To end our amazing weekend, there was only one place to go: the Topshop flagship store. As I slipped off my boots to try on clothes, I realized my foot was gushing blood for no apparent reason (perhaps swelling from excessive physical activity, aka walking). Being the true shopper I am, I took off my sock, bought a new pair, and continued with my escapades.

I have found my one true love, and it is a city. I can deal with that.

Ciao Bella!

Sammy Soks