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Street Theater Covent Garden
A poor Naive Tourist. Not knowing what she got herself into Day 6, Wednesday May 10th 2006 I woke up extra early today for some reason got to sleep really late, but up at dawn. I spent most of the morning at home. Then off to Oxford Circus which is at one end of Hyde Park. There are lots of different stores there. Ojik and I walked from Oxford Circus to Covent Garden. Which is almost 6 underground stops away. Covent Garden for those of you that don’t know has boutiques, pubs, and entertainment. They have street actors, which is like the old Harvard square which is probably a spin off of Covent Garden, we watched a street actor use a tourist to put himself in a stray jacket and then Chain him with a lock and then escape; then we listened to a quite interesting looking Quartet playing Classical music. We sat down had a salad, a light lunch as we were invited a dinner at an Italian Restaurant in Cheswick.
After a light lunch we were off on foot again. We walked to Leceister square, then Picadilly Circus and from there back to Oxford Street to take the Central line back to West Acton. We got home to
Me at Covent Garden
What is going on behind ME?? a house full of A.R.S. Ungerouhies. I ran upstairs changed and Marina (Hasmig's Niece) and went to pick up to of my friends from the Underground near the restaurant. We waited there for a good 20 minutes when they finally got there and we were off to this place called Frankies. Its not located in Central Lodon but if you ever visit London i recommend it.
We got to the restaurant and the party of 7 or 8 had grown double in size to 16. We sat down and we were bombarded by 2 women wondering who my friends were. They asked any question that some one can ask to pry into someone else mind. We were saved by the restaurant saying your table is ready.
We sat down I and few other people ordered the Ribe Eye (picture Attached) and others fish (picture attached). Had a couple of drinks. Great Dinner conversation and others not so great. There was magician working all the tables that is payed by the Restaurant to entertain its guest, who will not accept tips for his services. While he was performing a trick using a 20 Pound Note i managed to take
Frankies
Wow there is good food in London!! the money out of his hands and let me tell you straight out it didnt please him much.
We ordered Desert and Hubi told the server that it was Silva's birhtday, she over heard we said no Silva we said it was someone else birthday. So they brought all of desert and then sang Happy Birthday to Silva. She was a good sport, played along even though we had told the server that she will deny it being her birthday. There is one of the Ungerouhies who thinks she has a voice of a Sokhag. She also thinks that her knowledge of Armenian Lyrics is all mighty. Not realizing that over the years words to songs may have been changed from region to region or from generation to generation even.
sidenote while in Montreal in October she claimed that we were singing the words to a certain Armenian Song incorrectly, mind you the song has verses that have been made up at panagoums, or singers, etc over the years. Poor women has no clue. Any coming back to the story at hand, some suggested that Gharapagh the sone be sung. Well i as a joke blurted out
STEAK!!
Rib Eye Steak it was really Good her name which caused a huge reaction at our end of the table. She the person in question was far away lucky for me or else. After mentioning the name i started laughing so hard i had to walk outside to catch my breath.
Well my two friends that are studying here in London that happened to be with me this evening. Were approached by one of the ladies who was part of the indtroductory inqusition and stated I qoute with some obmission "You stay in London, I live in London if you need anything I am First Name, Last Name." You want my honest feelings MORON!! (If you want to know the name and can't live with out knowing email me I will tell you) As for my true feelings i am still being polite.
We some managed to ditch a majority of the group, Sardined ourselves with 9 people in Marina's Car and were once again off to Central London, in part to drop off my 2 friends as it was too late for them to take the underground back to the city. While on route to the city i tried to ask a Taxi where
The Fish
It was as good as the Steak!! we were but was pulled away from the window by Ovsig saying are you trying to draw attention to us. So i behaved!!
But prior to dropping them off we ended up where? International for the 3rd night in a row. We walked in as if we owned the place. The Bar tenders ignored other customers and came to our aid to serve us drinks. The Bouncer turned out to be Syrian from Aleppo. So we got to talking. I told him that his where my mother was from. Huby and I walked my two friends back to their flat and came back just in time for Last Call. I got another drink and then the lights came on.
The Guys at the bar said see you tomorrow. I said sorry it will have to be on Monday. As i am going to Paris the next morning early.
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