I tried to have lunch at the Portrait Gallery restaurant, because I've heard it's amazing and the view is incredible. So I went to the top of the gallery and found the super secret steps and took a seat. And then I saw the prices and almost had an aneurysm. I can be spendy when occasional calls for it, but not usually. So I did what every respectable LDS, PhD, father of five would do: I faked a phone call on my Droid and bolted out of there. But they were right about the views! Amazing.
I had lunch instead at the moderately priced and modestly tasting Pret across the street. I sat outside in the square and had a nice conversation with two couples from somewhere in the Northeast. They were going to see War Horse and were amazed that I had seen it twice. I gave them lots of advice which they politely pretended to care about. Then some wind started up and blew my lunch off the table onto the ground, where pigeons devoured it.
And then, because I apparently hadn't seen enough, I travelled to Fulham Broadway to see a midnight screening of Jaws. It might seem odd that I would want to see Jaws over here when I could just watch it from my couch at home, but I love classic film and I love seeing it on a giant screen. We almost never get that at home. And watching a masterpiece like Jaws, projected in a giant state of the art cinema house, is a really fantastic experience for cinephiles like myself. I got home via bus and foot at 2:45 am, with John Williams' signature shark tuba creeping around my head.