I was recently in London on business, and so I spent a lot of time in “The City” which is what locals call the City of London. It’s a bit confusing, but the City of London is actually a city within London, kind of like a neighborhood… except it’s a city. So it’s like Vatican City in Rome, except the City of London isn’t a country… it’s a city.
I know, that was a fabulous description. You’re welcome.
Anyway, while I was in The City, I had lunch one day at a gorgeous restaurant: The Folly.
The Folly is a true escape from the busy streets of London, and makes you feel as if you’re immersed in a botanical garden.
I sat at a small table by the window, and loved watching the people go by from the vantage point of my secret garden.
Isn’t it cute how the silverware is served in a flower pot?
During lunch, I sipped on The Folly’s Zero Proof, which is a combination of strawberry puree, apple juice, lemon juice, sugar syrup and blackberries. It was delicious, although I felt a little foolish asking the waitress if the drink had alcohol when she responded with “no… that’s why it’s called Zero Proof…”
I loved the straw!
My food, just like my drink, was also wonderful.
For a side, I ordered the Mac ‘n’ Cheese. Although it wasn’t the best I’ve ever had (the bar is set pretty high on that one!) it was done well.
The Folly is known for its flatbread, so for my main course I selected the Borough Market Flatbread (in honor of one of my favorite London spots, Borough Market!).
This dish has chorizo, piquillo peppers, rocket (what the British call this type of lettuce) and sun-blushed tomatoes. The flavors complimented each other, and the colors were beautiful.
I highly recommend The Folly next time you’re in The City. You can find out more information, and book a table, here.
Later that week, my friend John took me on a walking tour of The City, with the condition that I mention him in the blog. Favorably.
We started at St. Mary-le-Bow, a historic Christopher Wren church built in the 1600s. According to tradition, to be a true Cockney you must be born within earshot of the sound of Bow Bells, which are the church’s bells. John had been born nearby, so I excitedly asked if he could hear the bells at birth. I was disappointed when the answer was no!
We also explored the crypts of nearby St. Bride’s Church, which is the second-tallest Christopher Wren church after St. Paul’s.
Eleanor White and Ananias Dare were married at St. Bride’s. Their names may not sound familiar, but their daughter’s should! Her name was Virginia Dare, and she was the first English child born in America, in Roanoke, Virginia in 1587.
Who knew this old London church had such strong ties to America?!
Now I know, thanks to John!
(Hope this was a favorable-enough write up for you, John!)