Ooops! I totally forgot to blog about our anniversary weekend in London. It was an AMAZING weekend, I can’t believe I haven’t shared it with you already.
I think all the Blognix shenanigans got in the way of my usual blogging mojo over here on Rosalilium. But I figured that as it was a special occasion, better late than never.
So, you might remember that the week before our anniversary I surprised the boyf with a dinner and stay at Hotel le Tour in Birmingham. Well, after such a lovely time the bar was raised pretty high. The boyf had his work cut out for him to surprise me on our actual anniversary weekend, and I have to say he did rather well indeed! Gold stars all round.
The boyf whisked me off down to London for two days of indulgence, culture and awesomeness.
The boyf decided to concentrate on a West London outing for this trip to London, an area we haven’t really spent that much time in. We checked into a hotel in Kensington before moseying round the corner to the fabulous Kensington Roof Gardens for lunch.
The Roof Gardens restaurant is located at the top of what was an old 1930s department store and is now a roof covered with full size trees, a little stream filled with fish and a few resident flamingos! It’s so surreal, and not what one would expect in the middle of the city.
The views over London are brilliant and make for a rather special backdrop to a delicious lunch.
The photo above is of my starter – a duck egg with chorizo salad. It. was. AMAZING! Quite simply the most sublime thing I have ever tasted. Perfection. I really can’t quite find the words to do it justice. The egg was full of flavour, perfectly cooked – I love a runny yolk – and with a slight smoky taste that complemented the crispy chorizo and rocket salad. Heaven on a plate.
All of the food was top-notch and well worth the treat. The service was of a high standard, the wine delicious and the decor was surprisingly laid-back and chic.
As we had rather over-indulged at lunch we took a long walk to our next destination, the Museum of Brands, Packaging and Advertising in Notting Hill. It’s a museum I have been meaning to visit for years, and it’s utterly fascinating to spend a couple of hours wandering around. The museum takes you on a journey through advertising and packaging from the Victorian times up to the present day. And it’s marvellous to see some well-known brands today reaching back so far. I won’t share too much so as not to spoil the surprise, but I’d totally recommend a visit.
In the early evening we made our way down to the Royal Albert Hall (no thanks to the Uber driver who didn’t even know what it was – you can’t miss the darn thing for christsakes!) for the next of my surprises. I honestly had no idea what we were about to see. And I did rather well to miss all the signs and programmes …
… until we got to our seats and found we were there to watch Gladiator with a live soundtrack played by the London Philharmonic Orchestra. Hoorah! What an amazing surprise. This film is one of my all-time guilty pleasures, and I’ve watched it way too many times to be healthy. But the soundtrack live? WOW! Utterly incredible.
After a long snooze we packed up our bags and made our way over to Piccadilly for my final surprise. And also the day of our anniversary – the day he asked me to be his girl.
The boyf had booked us in for a delightful lunch at The Wolseley – a stunning European style cafe-restaurant housed in a grand old building which I reckon was probably a bank at some point. The decor was a striking collection of black and gold with sharp lines and an art deco influence. I loved it!
We were seated pretty much straight away and the place was packed. The service was incredibly professional and yet the atmosphere had a nice relaxed air about it.
We ordered coffees straight away as we had skipped breakfast and slept in. We were presented with beautifully smooth cups of caffeine which immediately woke us up ready for the lunch ahead.
I kept it pretty simple with a lunch of king prawns with a side of frites and mayonnaise. The prawns were rich and succulent, the frites superbly crispy and the mayo was clearly homemade with a sweet hint of mustard. The boyf had the roast chicken with potato bites and it was a beautiful plate of heartiness. We were totally stuffed afterwards.
Bellies full and a warm glow that one experiences when spending good quality time with the love of their life, we wandered on over to Green Park to soak up the sun, listen to music and talk about the good times we’ve had.
It was, quite possibly, the best anniversary ever.