As politically-driven as I am, it seemed improbable I managed to avoid a stop in Washington, DC over ten years of travel to a number of the capital’s neighbours.
Thankfully, Lela Takes The Crescent provided the perfect Amtrak-convenient opportunity to immerse myself in the most American flag-packed streets one could imagine.
Read on for secret Capitol tours, the best sandwich in North America, impromptu trips to Virginia, and more…
If I’m raving about fried food after four months in America, you know someone’s doing something right.
In this case, it’s Wing Wing – London’s answer to the ever-growing Korean trend of ‘Chimaek’ (translation: chicken and beer) restaurants.
While it crispy Korean-style wings and drumsticks are their calling card (and available in a soy garlic, hot, or liquorice glaze), I rate their Katsu bao as one of the city’s best. With a lightly fried bao bun, they are a unique take on an Asian favourite and delightfully dirty.
Of course, it wouldn’t be a true Chimaek experience without the beer and Wing Wing’s spectacular ‘bottoms up’ beer system (which pours an ice-cold pint in four second from an upwards-pouring spout) doesn’t disappoint.
Alco-free? Their ginger beer slush is a sweet and principled substitute.
Impressed with Wing Wing’s eponymous offering, my dinner date and I decided to delve deeper into the menu; seaweed fries, onion bricks, yuzu meringue bao nuts (their creme filled bao-utilizing ‘donuts’), and a strawberry granola ice cream which felt bizarrely healthy after all the aforementioned.
While the counter-serve restaurant may lack its Holborn-based neighbours’ sophistication, it is – after all – a fried chicken restaurant. Go with a group, try a little bit of everything, and try your darnedest not to order some hot drumsticks for the road.
Before flying off to the South of France, I typed myself to the rabbit hole of Boohoo’s ever-alluring skirt selection and fell head over keyboard for this floral-embroidered mesh maxi.
Knowing I could pack very little extra into the suitcase I’d been lugging around for four months, it was the perfect addition to a handful of garments I’d become exceedingly bored with. In the day, it’s a show-stopping poolside cover-up. In the evening, it’s a mosquito-shielding flourish of drama for cosier basics.
J’adore cette jupe.
What I Wore:
The Skirt – The bottom half of Boohoo’s Boutique Ria Embroidered Crop & Skirt Co-ord
The Sunglasses – OH, THE SUNGLASSES! I have wanted a pair of the gold-rimmed Celine CL 41402‘s for ages any found them more than £100 off on SmartBuyGlasses. I have never received the number of daily compliments on an accessory nor, potentially, loved one more.
Look One –
Mesh top: The top half, of course
Gingham bikini: Ralph Lauren (similar here)
Shoes: Ella Embroidered Mule
Look Two –
The body: Roxy Stripe Cross Front Body
“They live in Athens?” I questioned, momentarily wondering whether my sporadic decision to spend a long weekend in a city I couldn’t point to on a map was all that bright.
“Let’s do it!”
Recalling my whirlwind adventure in Athens Athens less than a year ago, I could hardly refuse getting to know its denominative twin (albeit, as a consolidated city–county in Georgia, an inevitable contrary to twindom in every other way).
True to ‘all good decisions find their way to the blogiverse’ form, you can rest assured Athens USA – differences abounding – had plenty to offer of its own…
Coming back to London after four months – FOUR MONTHS! – has thrust me into a state of constant celebration. All I want to do is hug long-lost friends ’til they pop, over-caffeinate at all the coffee shops I’ve abused as roaming work spaces, and dress like I’m ready for an impromptu East End rooftop party at the drop of a flat.
It’s good to be back (and wearing skirts that children try to stroke on the Underground), London.
What I Wore:
Weaver Skirt in Disc Sequin White from Motel
Leopard print top from Ganni
Nude ballet flats with a bow (similar here)
Ol’ faithful biker jacket (similar here)