This week my Italian adventure came to an end. Boarding a flight to London, I waved arrivederci to my adopted home, confident my Italian journey had only just begun. The photo essay section of this blog was born in Italy, inspired by the people I've met and who I now call miei amici. For now my Italian adventure goes on hold as I head for Toronto, the culinary capital of Canada. But not before stopping in London for brunch at Brew.
It's been a while British Airways, but I'm happy to report the 1h45 flight from Venice to London City airport was really comfortable.
Waterloo Station, heads fixated on the live departures board, the occasional muffled grumble as a train is delayed, or, a platform changed. Waterloo, it appears I have a certain nostalgia for you.
My love of train travel all started here, at Waterloo.
About a year ago, we stumbled across Brew, after a rather energetic boxercise session. Since then, it's become one of my regular haunts in London.
Hungry, need food.
An unusual accompaniment with a bloody Mary ... vegemite toast.
Since my last visit to Brew, they've installed a pizza oven, and making really good looking pizzas – perhaps next time.
Brunch, a cod and crab fishcake, topped with a poached egg, spinach, and hollandaise sauce ...
... accompanied by a side of slow roasted tomatoes and feta.
Horsing around in the Village.
What would a London photo essay be without a B&W ... Walking of Brunch.
How would Lindsay survive in London without Boerewors, Biltong, and ProNutro? Picking up supplies for the afternoon game.