Il Portico in London

Last night was an exercise in insanity.  I searched high and low for a million places to have dinner.  You know you are in trouble when you are looking at the same place twice.  I felt like I was going through my closet and trying all my clothes on and nothing worked.  At the end of the day, I actually found a place that had a table.  Il Portico.  Not exactly near us but the oldest family run restaurant in London.  I figured there was history and so we went.  We like the tube. 

The restaurant was like a NYC old upper east side Italian establishment where the locals eat dinner every night.  A wonderful friendly staff.  Decent food and over all just a nice vibe.  No surprises, totally old school.

We had the anchovies of the night.

The mozzarella and prosciutto.

Chicken with chilies

Lamb steak with wine and a side order of spinach.  Emily wasn't feeling well so we brought her home an order of spaghetti with bolognese sauce. 

Today, I stayed at home.  I picked up some groceries to make dinner here.  I went through my email box.  I chilled.  I also spent about 3 hours making reservations for dinners, writing down places that I want to go to while we are here, etc.  Now I feel incredibly empowered.  No more thinking, no more pinch hitting, just a vacation.  Ahhhh….