France, Italy, Spain--these are all countries that you expect to eat well in.  England? Eh, not so much. I like fish n' chips just as much as the next person; the best part of the Lenten season was dining at least once at the local, swanked out Long John Silvers. But 7 days of fish n' chips does not make for a stellar vacation.  With the dollar to pound ratio not in my favor as well, I thought I was going to subsist on Marks and Spencers ready-to-eat sandwiches.

You know that wonderful aspect of vacations where you don't to go into work and have the choice to do whatever you want with you time? I took full advantage of this by staying up late and outlining my meals for the next day with the help oh Yelp. I'm definitely one for foodie tourism, bypassing Buckingham Palace for a trip to Brick Lane (does anyone else find the Whitechapel tube station daunting and scary?).


Tenderly sweet scones were had, topped with clotted cream and preserves.  I had long heard about Hummingbird Bakery, having made some cupcakes from the sweet shop's cookbook.  The actual bakeshop in Notting Hill did not disappoint and was as trendy as the rest of the neighborhood.  It's a great spot for a first date or catching up with friends. I left the bakery with a couple of treats in beautiful packaging.