Greyhound Cafe

Greyhound Cafe

Greyhound Cafe offered significant verbiage on its website and its menus.  The menu in particular seemed to consist of verbal diarrhoea which I hoped would not translate into the literal version.  Thankfully that was something which was avoided. Putting such nauseating things aside, we turned 

Towpath Cafe

Towpath Cafe

Queuing on the side of water made me remember my time at Porto Final.  Thankfully, things at Tow Path Cafe were not as tight as in the aforementioned case.  The drop off the side was not as dramatic so although a lapse in balance would 

Bab Mansour

Bab Mansour

Bab Mansour promised to be a quieter (and more relaxing) meal.  At least on account of not many people being around for Saturday lunch. Or perhaps things were more subdued just because August is the quiet period for eating out in London.  Hence part of 

Yurt Cafe

Yurt Cafe

Sometimes, I idly wonder what it would be like to be a nomad, living in a yurt. To be constantly on the move.  Having a camel/horse/other smelly mode of transport.  Sleeping in a different place every night. Then I remember what backpacking around Europe during