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| Exterior - Ozone Coffee |
Steven and I are always looking for a good cuppa. Ozone Coffee wasn't far from our hotel in the financial district of London and the online ratings were good, so we bundled up and went off for Saturday brunch. A pierced and tattoed hostess with purple hair seated us around the kitchen counter, where we promptly ordered a cappuccino each. Brunch was an egg and saugage "brekkie" for Steven and a squash kale omelette for me. (Yes, squash and kale in an omelette. It was delicious.) We made it in just before the line formed.
Ozone Coffee is in a former warehouse, Belgo is in a basement. I spotted Belgo as we exited the Cambridge Theatre after seeing Maltida. Our "dinner" had so far consisted of popcorn and beer, so we were looking for an after-theater bite and Belgo, advertised as "Moules, Frites and Biere" filled the bill. Belgo is a Belgium restaurant where the waitstaff are dressed as monks, and the biere (beer) comes in small, medium and very large. The table next to us had a paddle of schnappes to go with their very large bieres. We left before they did; we hope they made it home okay. (It was a Saturday night and it was time to party in London.) Steven had a Belgian stew (mpish??) and a Belgo pils. I had the Belgo pils and a Belgian salad. All very good. And then it was time to join the pub crawlers and head back to our hotel on the Tube.
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| Underground at the Belgo |
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