Wednesday 7 May 2014

126. Mr Dickens and I

5th May 2014, Anglesea Arms, South Kensington, London

I just love a pub where I can be pretentious and pretend like I know of and appreciate its' heritage.

Anglesea Arms apparently used to be Charles Dickens local. Now, if I want to come across as well educated and culturally enlightened, perhaps I should read a Charles Dickens novel rather than priding myself at having prosecco at his local boozer.

So no, I have not read David Copperfield - in school when presented by this book I was amazed to find out some dude in the 19th century knew about Las Vegas magicians. I have not read A Christmas Carol - although I have seen both the Muppets and the Mickey movie versions, twice. I have also not read Oliver Twist - but I have quoted 'Please Sir may I have some more' in both appropriate and much less appropriate manners.

Mr Dickens can never know this.

Hidden in the corner of a residential and pretty darn posh street, is the Anglesea Arms. Lovely terrace where we obviously didn't get a seat on a sunny bank holiday and a very cute little pub. Cramped dining room. Getting to our table felt a bit like going through an obstacle course with a buggy.

Once at our table, with wine in hand and Little Man still snoozing away we finally got time to  be girlie and sentimental and just a bit silly about the big move to Singapore for Little Man and his family.

It is not Yummy Mummy's last ever time in an English pub. Deep down we know this. And although the wine is more expensive over there, the likelihood of Yummy Mummy having to start drinking cognac with dinner is small. Really, we know this. Nevertheless, we acted a bit like someone was on death row and it was the last of everything. Last ladies' lunch. Last pub grub. Last British author anecdotes. Yeah, women are silly.

Eventually Little Man awoke, interrupting our sentimental craziness and wanting ice cream. And if Little Man wants ice cream, ice cream it will be. Ice cream and Peppa Pig.

Last. Pub. Lunch. Ever.

With my girls!

Seriously the best fish'n'chips I have ever had.

Scrumptious rhubarb crème brulee.

Little Man and his mum!

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