Yesterday I left you hanging after a hole-in-the-wall noodle lunch, but the day didn't end there. So let's get down to business: First we had an ice coffee (the weather was hot, baby) by Covent Garden and had to sit in the shade before I fainted. I also spent a good 20 minutes in the toilet queue in Starbucks. Just saying.
Walked past the House of Holland ice cream truck in Covent Garden. Disappointingly enough they don't sell ice cream but rather House Of Holland accessories, so I left it with this photo.
And it was getting late-ish and I was feeling the need for a snack and maybe a little rest in the hotel tub with a magazine. Back in the hotel this curry popcorn and mini muffins awaited, and as all the rooms have a Nespresso machine, guess what I did? Afternoon coffee at it's best!
We got dressed, waisted some time watching TV, realised we were late and rushed out of the room. As I was in high heels "rushing" is more like "walking normally" much to the fiancé/boyfriends dismay. But we did make it to Roka in Canary Wharf and look what awaited us there? A really serious cocktail. I can't remember what it was called but it had eldeflower, prosecco, vodka (oh no...) and some lemon in there. All I know is that it tasted delicious/dangerous.
Roka is one of those places where you can order the whole menu among you as they do smaller dishes rather than traditional style main courses. So we went for a crazy selection of goodies, which I can't remember the name of either. But, if you find yourself with the Roka menu at hand, just order the ribs and the baby chicken. Everything is good but the ribs and baby chicken is just above and beyond.
And that is the dessert right there, a long plate/bowl/something filled with chocolate, ice cream, fruit, and mini pancakes with "Roka" stamped on them. It was a dream dessert, not too heavy but still amazing and the perfect end to our meal.
Which brings us to the end of the evening, when we stood at the Canary Wharf tube station and realised we had missed the last tube home. A bit annoying, but we jumped in a taxi and finally laid eyes on this lit up building that we could call home for 3 nights. Crawling into the hotel bed which had been perfectly turned down and was happily waiting for us can only be described in one word: Heaven.
I'm Christine and I currently live in London with my husband where I do my best to go to as many restaurants as possible, bake, DIY and occasionally let my hair down and go to a museum. x