Mr Flint's Guide To A Perfect Sunday - London Edition
Welcome my Friends to a short guide on how you can make the most of one of London's* rarest of occasions, a sunny Sunday.
By following the simple steps below you will be able to replicate the amazing Sunday I recently had the privilege of experiencing**.
* This experience can be replicated in most cities around the world.
** Experiences are completely subjective and results may vary.
Step 1 - Source 3 trendy creatives, preferably with edgy clothes, epic facial hair and boisterous personalities. Ensure at least 2 of these creatives are living in London, are mad foodies and know all the best places to eat.
Step 2 - Remember to begin in a location that provides many food and drink options. This will ensure you can be as greedy as possible, consuming everything in sight. Begin with freshly shucked oysters and bloody marys. Of course this is to be ordered from a tiny, hidden away oyster cafe and eaten standing in the cobblestone street.
Step 3 - Move onto renowned tapas joint a few doors down and ensure you are seated in an outdoor table in direct sunlight (remember this sun may not last long). Promptly order a chilled bottle of rosè and request the waiter to keep the bottles coming. Consume £150 worth of tapas.
Step 4 - Relocate via rowdy taxi cab, that of course allows you to play your own music to Soho. Here you must wander from pub to pub trying to find "that awesome whiskey bar I went to last Friday when I was blind drunk". Eventually abandon this endeavour.
Step 5 - Locate a very popular and trendy steak place that has an hour long wait for a table. Use this time to go next door and eat the BEST fried chicken you have EVER eaten in your life and a bottle of red that costs the equivalent of a weeks rent back in Australia.
Step 6 - Head back and eat your perfect steak partnered with a boutique ale to cleanse the palette.
Step 7 - Allow the food coma and possible alcohol poisoning to take control and admit that it might be time for bed. Bid your trendy creatives a fond farewell, thank them for one of the most epic Sundays ever and stumble to the Tube.
