For the most part our trip to England this June through early July was bright and cheery weather-wise, a pattern that has happily played out over several trips at that exact same time of year.
One extremely rainy day that was exception to the rule, but to be expected during a summer-time (or anytime) visit to the UK, sent us to the museum. Us and most all of London's visitors that day. Lines were long except for the Victoria and Albert Museum, frankly, the aesthete's choice.
After a couple of hours perusing roman columns and the general essence of beauty with teenage boys in tow, it was decided that a late lunch break outside of the museum might be in mutually agreeable order. (Anyone who has traveled with the family for weeks on end will relate to the common denominating detour of a well-timed nosh to keep the troops from defecting).
The Italian husband has a knack of sniffing out the sorts of truly authenic eateries that compare in quality to the fruits of his mama's cucina. And that's exactly what happened. After a couple of days away from Nonna's summer-time dining table in the garden shed (shack, or outdoor eating area if we're going to be a bit more posh about this down home al fresco dining experience), he was craving the bell peppers, spicy sausage, all-round latin concoctions and detoured like a bear to honey over the road from the V& A to Casa Brindisa.
Let's just say, we're still talking about that lunch. Umbrellas and rain jackets stashed under the table, one look at the menu and it was serious eating at stake. Forget about the breathtaking artifacts (regretfully). I've never seen a bunch of guys so focused on their reading material. Everything on the menu sounded divine. Each selection outdid the next. There's something sublime about Tapas done well. I don't know much about Casa Brindisa other than it has several additional locations in London. It's South Kensington locale proved a perfect stopping off point for fabulous Mediterranean food to while away a rainy afternoon.
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