ragingyoghurt

posted by ragingyoghurt on 17 May 2010 at 11:11 am
filed under around town, kid, lunch, trip

for ten days, i’d had it in the back of my head that i had to make a visit to peyton and byrne. there are four locations within a small area of central london, but all of them were just a little too out of the way on any given day. so when we were given three extra days of london, i took it as a sign, and made a special stop at the kings cross tube station on day number two, so that we could walk over to the st pancras train station, and lunch at P&B.

it’s like walking back in time, entering this large room with all the cakes and slices in the window. against the gleaming white-tiled walls, the wooden shelves are filled with colourful cartons of store brand tea, and jars of jam. and chocolate bars wrapped in plain white paper, in flavours such as orange marmalade, or caramel.

there are artisanal potato crisps and fruit juices and ready-made sandwiches in the back, and hot pies and sausage rolls behind the counter; the choice was quite overwhelming. but i was mindful of my sister’s observation that we had barely eaten any british cuisine in our time in london, and ended up with a cold pork pie from the refrigerated shelves. the kid gamely picked a sausage roll as big as her head.

it was a very pleasant lunch, sitting in the wire chairs outside the shop, within the sunlit atrium of the train station. the solid puck of a pie was filled with great meaty chunks and a herby bouquet. the pickle was bright yellow and bitey, and full of still-crunchy vegetables. i wish there’d been more of it.

when we were done, we went back into the shop and stocked up on a few comestibles: chocolate bars, a jar of chocolate-pear spread, and a cupcake. (back in sydney, i would submit the receipt to the travel insurance company, to be compensated for meals during our volcano-related delay. they would graciously accept it, and categorise the expenditure as “snacks”.)

and then we went back underground, and resurfaced at covent garden, where we spent not quite four hours at the excellent transport museum. interactive displays of centuries of public transport. some quite lovely historic posters advertising tubes and trains. lovingly restored vintage buses! stuff you could sit in! they really don’t make stuff like they used to… but the life-sized model of the contemporary bus was quite the win.

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2 Comments

  1. OohLookBel
    Posted 17 May 2010 at 1:43 pm | Permalink

    I have a dream…. to visit St Pancras station and sit at the champagne bar. And maybe have a laaarge sausage roll! PS: are those real people on the bus (if so, it begs the question why you’d want to sit on a model bus)

  2. ragingyoghurt
    Posted 18 May 2010 at 12:03 pm | Permalink

    aww. thas a nice dream. also, oyster bar at grand central in NYC? chips and gravy at sydney central is so grubby in comparison. ;)

    ps. ha ha! the cunning bus model has fooled you! it was just the front bit of the bus on display. the back wall of the model was a life-size photo of the back of the bus.

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