Today I would be meeting up with my cousin and his wife along with the kids (only the two cutest baby and toddler you have ever seen), who have been living in London for the past 7 years after leaving Sydney. I spent the morning looking around Trafalgar Square the the National Galleries – I’m usually not a big fan of art but the sheer size of the paintings and the detail really makes you appreciate the talent of some of these artists, keeping in mind some of these portraits are much larger than my bedroom walls.
Knowing my love for seafood, my cousin Eric decided to take us to lunch at a place called ‘Burger & Lobster’. The name says it all and I was very far from disappointed, quite possibly the best meal I had during my trip – the Lobster Brioche is to die for.
After lunch it was time for a a arvo beers, so we went to a cool rooftop bar called Madisons, which had a view of St Paul’s Cathedral. It also had an outdoor screen to show the Wimbledon Women’s Final. On the way to the station to get to Eric’s place in Wimbledon for dinner we had a walk across the Millennium Bridge and saw the Tate Modern and the Globe Theatre.
After shopping for Groceries around Wimbledon we decided to cook up a nice BBQ and relax with some craft beers. After putting the kids to bed it was time for a night out on the town! A short bus ride on those ubiquitous big red double deckers into Wimbledon village led to a pub crawl.
It’s strange seeing people out to go clubbing when it’s still light out, regardless of whether or not its 10pm. After having been to so many pubs called the ‘Gloucester Arms’ or the ‘Kensington Arms’ I still had no idea what the ‘arms’ meant or why nearly every pub was called that. Turns out as Eric explained, it referred to a ‘coat of arms’, much more relevant back in the day as some of these pubs are quite old and date back a long time.
We eventually decided to close out the night in a pub watching the dying minutes of the Costa Rica v. the Netherlands World Cup Quarter Final. There were very many anxious dutch faces in the pub, all decked out in their orange gear. I was also curious as to why they wore orange, despite their national flag having no trace of orange.
Eric proceeded to drop more truth bombs on me, that in fact, Orange were the royal colours of the Monarchy in the Netherlands. The place got rowdier and louder as the game headed into penalty shootouts. Netherlands wins 4-3 on the penalties and the pub goes nuts.