After Jamie’s game against Bath we headed up to London for the night. London at Christmas never disappoints. Shimmering lights glow at every shop window, Norwegian fir trees flank every door, carols are sung on every street, Christmas markets spring up on every square and mulled wine and mince pies line the counters in every shop. It’s a magical time and it’s hard to deny that London does it brilliantly.
We stayed at the RAC this time. We’ve learnt that if we stay on a Saturday night, Guy can join us for breakfast and lunch on Sunday, so for a weekend visit it’s ideal. The moment we walked in he was cooed over by the staff and played with by the porter who rushed over to give him a high five and share the joy of twin ‘haircuts’! It’s a very special place with the personal touch that makes it feel like home unlike a grand, impersonal hotel.
Almost immediately Guy spotted the big Father Christmas bear riding his Christmas carriage in the lobby and couldn’t wait to jump on board.
After enjoying a hearty breakfast to set us up for a cold December day of Christmas shopping, we ventured out into the streets taking the tube to Sloane Square. We ambled up the Kings Road for a while where Guy claimed a few Christmas pieces for his wardrobe, before heading over to Duke of York Square for a spot of lunch. Polpo is one restaurant Jamie’s been wanting to try for a while having bought the recipe book a year ago and bookmarked several favourites. The restaurant describes itself as a ‘bacaro’, or Venetian pub, with an emphasis on affordability and informality. Snuggly blankets furnish every chair ready to cosy up in while you’re brought yummy dishes of tapas-style nibbles. Located mere steps away from the storm of people thronging the King’s Road, the square you look out onto is a little haven of calm.
Guy was very happy about life and looking forward to choosing something off the menu…