I blame the duck

My sister and I are leaving London today. I’m both happy and sad to go. Truth is, I’m exhausted. We’ve had some pretty long days, the longest of which might have been yesterday. We didn’t arrive back at the flat until 1:45 am. And the reason was this:

The Fat Duck

I don’t think I have the energy to write about our experience right now, but I will. I’ll just say it was an amazing, sometimes magical (literally) experience. I’ve never seen or eaten anything like it before.

Not that it will really explain things to you, but this is some of the menu we ate last night (in reality, we had something like 19 mini courses each):

We’re packing now for the return trip. I’ll be writing more about everything we saw, did, and ate once I get my bearings again.

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