Day Four:: Oxford Street

After staying up until well past three in the morning reading the entirety of Beowulf last night, getting up for class was as unappealing as walking naked through a snowstorm in Times Square.  Cheers to me for getting up at seven so I could look presentable and also for only falling asleep in class a small handful of times.

Promptly after getting out of class at 5:45 (which was late I may add, class ends at 5:30, please someone teach that professor the importance of time management) I attached myself to a group that was heading to Oxford Street, a super busy shopping street that is literally packed with cars.  I am not exaggerating when I say that there were times when there would be 10 or so of the double-decker busses in a row, following super close to each other.  But that brings up another important point.  Like the phone booths I mentioned yesterday, the double-decker busses are real, and they aren’t just for those stupid sightseeing tours, they are the actual busses that London uses for public transit. 

Additionally, Oxford Street was decorated with these super adorable lanterns way up high.  Paired with the double-decker busses and the beautiful architecture, it was well, abundantly charming.

While there we hit up a Lebanese restaurant  that formerly calls itself Maroush (don’t ask me how to pronounce that, as I have no freaking idea).  I ordered Sambousek Lamb, a fried pastry filled with lamb and pine nuts, selected as it was one of the cheapest meals that didn’t containt he dreaded onion  It was actually heavenly and I feel bad for saying this, but lamb tastes really good.  In the tradition of the Bowler family I was obligated to photograph the meal:

I don’t know if this is an European thing (or Lebanese, as it was a Lebanese restaurant after all) but they did not bring our check until after an hour after I and the girls at the end of my table had finished eating.  It was moderately ridiculous, but not too surprising given the waitresses were not as accommodating as they typically are in America,.  On second thought it actually was a bit nice as I didn’t have to awkwardly answer the favored question “How does everything taste?” every time I put a bite of food in my mouth.  If you know any further information on the presented issue, please do share.

And that was it for the day I guess.  Have a great life,

Kelsie