I’m at the King’s Arms on Shepherd Street in London, a few blocks from Buckingham Palace. To put it mildly, it’s been a long day, and there’s still a ways to go. Somewhere in the past, I was in America worried about luggage choices, boarding passes, and whether I turned out the lights in my empty house. But now all of that’s behind me and I’ve successfully transitioned to English ways. And I love it. London is a magnificent city. Not only are the ale choices spectacular, but the rich history and polished properness of this ancient city overwhelm a wide eyed American traveler like me.
The primary reason for my visit is business. A dinner meeting kicks things off in a few hours. But until then, I’m savoring my ale, as well as the sampler plate of British treats that my wife and I ordered: chips & gravy, Shepherd’s pie, and mushy peas.
I’m a lucky man; thrilled to have this opportunity. And so far, London has vastly exceeded my expectations.