Here in London Town. Gourmet

We considered it a good idea to go for dinner in the evening. Especially good idea seemed to find an authentic, but nit british restaurant somewhere near Westminster Abby. We made our way to tube station to take the first tube to the next station, change to another tube and be in no time (read: half an hour) in city center. Got on the ground again, saw the London Eye (that famous ferrys wheel) and decided that that's where we need to go. Until we saw the line. Then we didn't want to go on the Eye anymore. Dinner started to sound good again. We chose a restaurant with huge variaty: one half served Italian food and other half Middle-Eastern. We sat down in the Middle-Eastern part and ordered a bottle of wine. And then some food too. To put it mildly, the food was very average. We paid the bill, including "discretionary service fee" this time and went to look for another place to have few more drinks. Since none of the places next to river had any seats available, we took the bus to our 'hood and ran into a bar 15 minutes before closing time. Got our wines and while sipping on them, all the chairs were set on tables and windows covered. We considered it a good idea to finish the wines and go to grocery store. Because one of us (not me) needed toothpaste. And another one (not me), turned out, needed Peppa the Pig magazine. Shopping done, we returned to the hotel.

Next morning it turned out that the toothpaste, bought after few glasses of wine, was denture adhesive.