Skylon

Had a lovely day in London yesterday for Michael’s birthday. We spent the afternoon in the Porchester Spa, steaming, perspiring and lounging in the 1930’s splendor of the place. Even though we were there for four hours, it still didn’t feel long enough! I still couldn’t work out how the schmeissing works: there seems to be an establish system of queuing but and it was unfathomable.

We met Christopher and Matthew for dinner in the Skylon Restaurant in the evening, this time 1950’s glamour at the Royal Festival Hall. We had a lovely table by the window in the restaurant: a great place to sip cocktails before dinner. The service was faultless: friendly, informal, professional and attentive, we felt very well looked after. The food was excellent, and we had a good choice from an interesting menu: John Dory with whelks for me (yum yum!). The baked alaska for two was flamed at the table, after hot brandy was poured on top: the smell of burning sugar was lovely and it was a very impressive sight!

We got the National Express bus home from Embankment: probably a lot faster than the train (which had bus replacements on the service from both King’s Cross and Liverpool Street), and we were at our house about 90 mins after catching the bus in London.

Royal Festival Hall Embankment