Jaysus it’s cold this week, right? I arrived back from a dreamy weekend in Stockholm with Surprise Trips (these guys are awesome by the way) to freezing, miserable weather. It was pretty chilly in Sweden, of course, but it was that perfect combo of frosty, with bright blue skies and a little bit of sunshine. Thermals needed? Yes, and the rest of your warm weather accessories too. But due to the lovely lack of wind and rain it made for lovely, cosy, walkable weather. The endless cups of hot chocolate helped too 😉
In other news, we had our 20 week scan (that’s where you can find out the gender if you want) and all went really well — in fact, the sonographer exclaimed the baby’s growth and development was ‘perfect’. Cue me high-fiving a million angels a la Liz Lemon 😉 Read all of my pregnancy updates here.
Bye Bye Autumn
So, it seems autumn is truly over (although the weather and copper leaves might betray that) and the country has lost it’s sh@t over Black Friday, which has now become and entire week. Never mind the fact we don’t have a Thanksgiving holiday here (the original point of the sale) and for whatever reason I find it the MOST annoying of all the retail sales. I have, thus far, received about three million Amazon emails so forgive me for my tetchiness.
Needless to say, I love Christmas – and all of it’s retail madness too. I can’t wait to spend it partly in Paris, and then with our families in the UK. It’ll be the bump’s first Christmas, and our last as the two of us.
This Week’s Theme
Regular readers know I have a dreamy rescue dog, Sinbad. He is absolutely AMAZING but he doesn’t like to be alone one little bit. He has separation anxiety (understandable given he’s a rescue) and his particular breed (border terrier mix) don’t tolerate their own company anyway. So, basically I pretty much take him with me everywhere.
Luckily for me, the London borough I live in is, apparently, the best in the city for pooch lovers and owners. But I can’t stay in my patch forever, and I’ve realised it can be pretty damn hard to find somewhere dog-friendly that isn’t a pub. I mean, pubs are awesome but not if you want to have breakfast, or coffee with a PR. So, I’m making it my mission to find the best dog-friendly places around the city and document them for all you dog owners AND dog lovers out there.
If you want to let me know of a perfect pooch loving place, email me <lucy at wanderluce dot com>, tweet me or leave a comment on this post.
This is probably mine and Sinbad’s most frequented cafe, because he gets the warmest welcome by way of a giant bowl of leftover crispy bacon. I mean, if it’s going spare, I wouldn’t mind some myself….but I guess me chowing down on some leftover meat would be considered uncouth. The menu is a dream, and one of my favourites is the grilled cheese sarnie with a teacup of soup on the side.
It’s in Ravenscourt Park, which is served by the District line…but you can walk from Hammersmith in about five mins.
This is actually a chain, with branches in Angel as well as in my beloved West London. My local is their brand new west Kensington branch, which is handily a few doors down from where my husband works. BONUS. They serve a delectable menu of scrummy brunchtime treats (avo toast, porridge, eggs benedict etc) as well as filled bagels, and stacks of cakes too.
But the best thing about them is friendly service, and a love for dogs.
These buggers don’t have an Instagram account sadly but there are plenty of geotagged ‘grams by happy customers. This place is pure decadence, and should be visited by everyone at least once. It’s the brainchild of some clever American chefs so the food is full on indulgence — think veggie breakfast burrito’s bigger than your head, and hot chocolate (with FLUFF in!!!). One of my favourite things is the little samples they have on a tray for customers to try — they are, in fact, bigger than most places normal sized portions. AMAZING.
They also flipping love dogs, and are based in Chiswick.
If you haven’t yet heard of this blogger fave then I guess you have more of an interesting life than me! It’s the coolest little place on Portobello road, with neon signs and hipster staff. The Rose Latte was too pretty too drink, and the food was pretty average. The staff weren’t especially friendly and, if I’m honest, I wouldn’t rush back except that it’s dog friendly!
Head to Notting Hill Gate for this one.
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