14th September 2014, Jackson + Rye, Chiswick, London
The bad thing about living in the greatest city in the world is that you explore that city very little as you are feeling more at home in it. It doesn't help if you have a deep hatred towards public transport either.
There are a lot of areas in London that I haven't set foot in. Fact is, if it's outside of zone 1, it's a safe bet that I have most likely not ventured there before.
But as we get older and people are settling down and getting mortgages, I find myself having to travel to the more affordable areas of London - in other words, zone 3 or worse.
In my attempt to cross a few unexplored areas of The List, off to Chiswick I was to meet Hell's Bells and Princess of Persia for shopping and brunch.
And I get it. Sort of. In the almost-suburbs, there are all these trees and green stuff which people seem to be super into and like... Fresh air. Which is also this big frickin' deal as it appears. Well I like my air smelling slightly of marijuana and no trees getting in my way when I stagger home at 4 AM in my Manolos.
However, as we were walking through the cute little streets of Chiswick I had to admit that it really was a rather nice little area. We went antiquing, strolled through the park and had brunch and cocktails at the lovely Jackson + Rye. We were basically an annoyingly perfect couple in a Woody Allen film who covers up their inner dysfunctionality with a shield of faultlessness.
I would say I'll be back soon. But the tube ride is 55 minutes. I'm not a masochist.
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