I met up with my husband in London last week where we stayed at one of my favorite hotels. Squee!!!! There are few things I love more in life than fluffy bathrobes, wide puffy hotel beds, heated bathroom floors, and of course ROOM SERVICE! I’ve stayed at the Savoy several times since they re-opened in 2010 after their very large, very expensive three year renovation, and I have never been disappointed in their rooms or customer service.
Rooms at the Savoy come in two style varieties — Edwardian and Art Deco. This was my first time staying in an Edwardian-decorated room, and while I still prefer the dashing sophistication of the Art Deco rooms, I did admire the over-the-top Italian crystal chandalier and thick damask drapes of the Edwardian room.
But on to Italy…
The mister and I tend not to dine very frequently at Italian restaurants. While I could eat pasta until the cows come home, the mister is made miserable by red-sauce joints and so generally we avoid Italian food like the plague. However, somewhat spontaneously, we ate at two superb — and dare I say — authentic Italian restaurants in London that we will absolutely visit again:
- Bocca di Lupo, Soho. This cozy but lively restaurant serves in small-plates “tapas” style and is nearly always packed. Despite calling ahead for a table, when we arrived the only seats available were at the bar in front of the chef’s station. No matter — it was great fun watching such professional staff cook up plate after amazing plate. Everything looked amazing, and it was so difficult to choose! We ordered up a smorgasbord, but our two mains — a simple spaghetti for me, suckling pig and grapes for the mister — were beautiful and delicious.
- Pizza East Portobello, Ladbroke Grove. I had a hankering for pizza one night, so we canceled our reservation at some gamey-British gastropub and high-tailed it to the West-London neighborhood of Ladbroke Grove. This charming enclave of well-heeled but fun-looking clientele was absolutely packed at 10pm on a Friday, at it was near 11 until we sat down for dinner. Worth the wait! Amazing pork belly pizza, served by an Italian staff that barely spoke English. I think that’s exactly what one should look for in the perfect pizza joint 🙂
For now, I’m back in Austin for my last two weeks as a Texan.