So I had quite an exciting weekend , as Richard’s parents had planned me a birthday surprise, which involved Richard being very secretive as he drove me to a train station. So we ended up in London at Liverpool street where We got in a taxi ( oh yes it was rather fancy). I honetsly can’t remember the last time I got a taxi in London. Anyway so we ended up here…
This is the excellent map, done by Mr Bob Sanders, which showed us where we needed to go… It was all very exciting, sort of like a little treasure hunt..But before I was allowed my surprise, we would first grab a bite to eat.
Ok this is the not so good bit, so we weren’t overly hungry so thought we would pop in for a quick bite, after walking around we settled on this little place which is called Whitehall now…but we think it was called S.P.Q.R , I was drawn in by the pretty cakes, and the fact that it looked quite fancy. How wrong I was. We were ushered right to the back by a rather rude waiter, then after 5 minutes of sitting down he came over to us an was like ready??!! We both just went for a sandwich which came with soggy brown lettuce, after having to grab the waitress for just some mayonnaise, I gave up trying to complain, ate the sandwich (which was quite nice bar the side salad) and we went quickly on our way, ignoring to pay the added service charge. I like to tip, but only when I think it is worthy..Honestly I wouldn’t recommended it at all, the staff are rude, and the lettuce is questionable.. and I didn’t even get a cake… I took a picture of the lettuce but I won’t offend you with such images.. Maybe I will put it on instagram..
Moving on, we go for a walk, following our little drawn map, and suddenly we are outside a large rather well known theatre..Her Majesty’s theatre to be precise. Yes we were going to watch The Phantom of The Opera, from Row d in the stalls…so we could actually feel the sweat dripping off them. But before I talk about how wonderful the show was, we were able to have a drink beforehand as it was a matinee and we had 30 minutes to kill. What’s the best way to kill 30 minutes?
Having a cheeky champers of course. Richard, being designated driver, indulged in an americano, while I had a cheeky glass of Prosecco. Sometimes you just can’t beat a glass of champagne. Now we had this drink in a cute little Italina place, which I can’t remember what it’s called, but it was just to the left of the theatre.
Now back to Phantom, I managed to take a quick cheeky picture before anyone saw (and before it started of course) just to show you how close we were..(sorry to rub it in).