STRONGER THAN STEEL, SO LIGHT IT FLOATS, HANDMADE IN THE USA! These are bold claims for any product, but for a wallet? Hmm. I, and many men like me, seem to be forever searching for the ultimate wallet. No sooner do we find something that looks fantastic, then it disintegrates within the month. Here at TwoMenAboutTown we do have a bit of experience road testing wallets, with the A-Slim and the Bellroy both having been put through their paces. So if Flowfold fancy their chances, then we’re more than happy to see if they can cut it with the big boys! They sent us a few samples of their wallets and invited us to see if they really are up to the test.
We love a drink here at TwoMenAboutTown – well, drinks – but even more so when they’re absolutely free! And even better, this post contains a code so you can get your first drink on us and the good people at Drinki!
I’m a big fan of quirky and unique experiences. It won’t come as a surprise that I’m a big fan of food, particularly afternoon tea. I also love London and exploring it. So you’d naturally assume that a combination of these things through the medium of a traditional London Routemaster bus would be a real winner, right?
We don’t do half measures here at TwoMenAboutTown, especially when we are out and about exploring London, the more ostentatious and luxurious, the better; we love a good vantage point too, evidenced mostly by the fact that you can find me most weeks enjoying a beverage or two in one of London’s rooftop bars. Well my friends, what gets more ostentatious and luxurious than a sightseeing helicopter flight over central London?
RobsRibs, my blogging-partner-in-crime, jokes that I am a die-hard playboy wannabe, so I may as well live up to that reputation, right?
The more observant of you may have noticed that I’ve been a bit quiet on here recently. This is because on top of some additional work pressures, its actually bloody hard planning to get round 28 countries in 2 years! It’s taken some serious scheduling and after Trip 1 (Scotland) and Trip 2 (Ireland) Trip 3 sees the Family P getting ourselves over to Croatia and Slovenia. The truth is that neither of these were places originally anywhere near the top of our ‘ooh, that looks interesting’ list. In fact, I would go so far as to say that we actively tried to reduce our time here but found ourselves committed to a week due to school holidays and the ever increasing cost of leaving things too late.
You know that time when Donald Trump said that he was going to build a real, actual non-imaginary wall across the entire US Southern border, and get Mexico to pay for it, and this was an amazing idea, and everyone would say that he is the best and kindest and most humble President/Humanitarian Saviour the world has ever seen*? Yeah, we were as wrong as that.
We’ve been fortunate enough to review some rather special London restaurants of late, most notably the OXO Tower Brasserie and the dining-in-the-dark experience at Dans Le Noir; you would perhaps expect then that our collective appetite for London’s fine dining scene would be reaching it’s limits, but you’d be wrong. Very wrong.
We got wind that Searcys at The Gherkin were opening a Coastline pop-up in their bar and restaurant located in the dome at the top of 30 St Mary Axe (that’s the Gherkin to you and me), with both food and menus inspired by the British seaside and coastal locations. Naturally, we got ourselves there for opening night in a jiffy.
I’ve wanted to dine at the OXO Tower for as long as I can remember, an iconic foodie-destination and major landmark of London’s South Bank; I was naturally chuffed when the opportunity to visit the OXO Brasserie presented itself and I got myself up there. With bells on.
Never before have I heard the question “is that the table leg, or you?” (giggle) so much in one sitting; I knew from the outset that Dans Le Noir was going to be a memorable experience.
Mrs P and I never wanted to go to Trinity. A couple of weeks ago we didn’t know it existed and that’s because a couple of weeks ago it didn’t. As we sat on the beach in Whitstable enjoying a drink and a native wild oyster or two (well I enjoyed the oysters, Mrs P threw up a little bit in her mouth at the thought of eating them) we decided to make the most of our anniversary with a spot of dinner, as is standard in the P household. We considered our choices; my man SuburbanGent loved The Beach at Bude but we wouldn’t get there in any sort of reasonable time frame and his other tips for a hotel get away such as The Grovesnor or CitizenM are all interesting but didn’t really pop my fizzle. I wanted something new, something fresh. I wanted Cambridge.
After swinging past Scotland in our last post, for the next stop in the TwoMenAboutTown EU tour Mrs P and I roared into Dublin for the weekend and although it wasn’t as long as we had originally planned for, we still managed a good 36 hours in the beating heart of Irish city culture. Just because there was so much that we didn’t manage to get to in Ireland, once the credit card has recovered from the beating that is currently underway, Mrs P and I both agree that our collective sights are now set on returning and seeing the rest of the country at a more leisurely pace.
You know how sometimes things just pass you by? I mean, those times that you know something is going on but you just don’t understand it. I find that recently this is happening to me with increased regularity, for example; planking, ripped jeans and clean eating are all things that I see are happening, but honestly? Why? I have nothing against the advocates of any of these things, I hope they ride the trend wave as far as possible, but when all is said and done? Chances are, I’ll probably not be eating a plate of spiralised corgettii in a pair of trousers that I paid someone else 200 quid to cut up for me while lying down across two chairs.
And sometimes, such as it is with pubs. We all know I like a pub, yes, yes I do. As the sun makes its way out from behind the clouds for the Official British One Week of SummerTM like a snail making it’s way towards the forbidden cabbage of it’s dreams, I find myself slowly but inexorably drawn down to the pub garden and believe me, I’ve tried a few; The Maytime, the Black Horse, the Swan or even the Hand and Flowers all have their individual characters ready to provide you with liquid refreshment on a mildly warm summers day.
In case you haven’t worked it out, we are rapidly approaching summer, y’know that hot yellow thing in the sky that makes us rush out to our BBQs, green open spaces and the alcohol aisles in the nearest supermarket. For us Londoners, this means, where beer gardens are at a bit of a premium, it’s time to head to the roof and get drinking!
Rooftop bars are very much on-trend right now no matter what the weather and fortunately London is blessed with many of them; who doesn’t love a gorgeous view over a tasty beverage or two? Now, I’ve been a top sport and have
drank my way around researched London’s top rooftop hotspots to share my favourites with you, you good people. It was tough, but somebody had to do it.