While recently visiting London, I was on the hunt for London's best fish and chips. To visit London and not have fish and chips is a shame. It should be a box to check on your travelers declaration sheet - and if you check 'no', you should be sent back to London to grab an order! Seriously, it is that essential. So where are London's best fish and chips? I found my favorite spot in the most unlikely of places.
When I studied abroad in London a few summers back, I had my fair share of fish and chips. Some were good, some were bad, but one particular order of fish and chips was a knock out. While back in London, I went searching for the best fish and chips once again.
Normally, I shy away from eating near touristy locations. When sightseeing, I would rather walk up the road and find a hole-in-the-wall cafe than eat at the food court of a big tourist destination.
However, in 2012 when walking around the Tower of London with a few friends, we decided to eat at, literally, the most touristy restaurant possible - just feet from the Tower of London ticketing booth. I thought to myself "I'll just order the fish and chips" not expecting anything life changing to happen. I was wrong. I ordered the best fish and chips I have ever had.. ever!
So of course, while visiting London again, I had to revisit this magical place and try the fish and chips once more.
I hopped on the underground and made my way to Tower Hill and scoured around for that memorable restaurant. And then I found it, and the Tower Hill Diner was exactly how I remembered it. Yellow touristy banners and all. So I ordered the classic fish and chips, takeaway (to-go), and found a nice bench along the Thames River overlooking Tower Bridge. It was the perfect place to enjoy a beautifully British lunch.



And then, while minding my own business, enjoying my delicious fish and chips, the unthinkable happened. It started snowing.. on April 29th. The news said that it hasn't snowed this late in April since ... like the 90's. While people ran for cover, I just opened up my umbrella and kept eating, completely unfazed that ice chunks were falling from the sky.
The fish was so hot that I didn't even mind a little chill.


When traveling around London, you have to be prepared and always, always carry an umbrella! You never know when it might snow 😉 Even in late April.
Tip: There are several different fish and chips joints around the Tower of London entrance, but I have only tried the Tower Hill Diner. So be sure you have the right place before venturing over to sample the menu!
Also, a friend who grew up in England told me that Toffs has excellent fish and chips! It was a little far for me to travel to, but if you are in the area, let me know how it is. I would love to try Toffs next time I am in town!

















And seared Duck à l'Orange (duck breast with a sweet orange sauce).



Psst - can you spot the snails below?


























I also spotted this machine translated to 'the mill' in my family's kitchen. Now anyone can make perfect beef tartare at home!









In France, it is customary to have two ceremonies, one legal and the other religious. Traditionally the wedding festivities start at the courthouse where a civil ceremony takes place.







The intricate hors d’oeuvres were almost too beautiful to eat. Almost. We enjoyed champagne, champagne, some wine, and even more champagne.


After chatting and mingling for a bit, it was time to start the dinner feast.



Then, it was time for cake. And to call this dessert anything less than grand is an understatement! After the sparklers died down, it was then time for the champagne fountain toast. It was such a magical moment!























































































Walking down the teasing path, flowers lining the walkway, we made our way to the famous lily pond. My Mom joked that it’s hard not to be inspired to paint because everything is so picturesque. Walking through the garden, you definitely feel everything slow down with the warm sun glowing and the floral colors catching your eye.


And then, you are face-to-face with the lily pond! The water looked like mirrored glass, reflecting the trees and flowers all around. It looks just like the paintings! We walked all around the pond, then up and around the Japanese bridge, where we stopped to get a picture.





Before leaving, Mark and I bought the perfect souvenir – a small hand painted replica of Claude Monet’s Lily Pond, which is the perfect size for my desk! The shop had many great gifts but having a tiny oil painting replica is the absolute perfect gift. I can look at it at home when the stress of life consumes me and I will be transported to the dreamy Monet gardens.. or something like that.

As my Mom and I picked out flowers, the shop's parrot, Woody, climbed onto Mark’s sweater and started to dance around. The shop owner told us Woody the parrot only liked boys (go figure..) and would screech if us girls got near. We had a laugh and as Woody climbed back into his cage, we settled on a nice potted plant. We then zipped back to the house, soaking up more views of the French town along the way.













While walking through the Palace of Versailles, you find yourself saying things like "the parties would be too wild, I couldn't live here" or "I would get tired of seeing all the gold". You walk around daydreaming about life as a French monarch along with thousands of your tourist friends by your side.





































We then hit the road, heading back to our little house, tucked away in the small French town of Vernouillet. We hope to be back again soon, Versailles! Next time, we are coming back with enough Euros to buy the place 😉

What makes the gardens of Versailles so spectacular is how meticulously manicured the grounds are kept. Each tree and bush all looked a certain way with nothing looking out of the ordinary. Everything is pruned and trimmed to perfection - even the trees were perfectly in a line, all leaning in the same direction. I also loved getting little glimmers of the Palace through the rows of trees and between the bushes.









We then came across the Grand Canal in the center of the garden. And just like a fairy tale we rented a row boat and floated around the pond. Mark was the boat captain and I laid back and pictured myself ruling the Palace of Versailles while my King steered us around our grounds. Just hand me a glass of champagne and it would be the perfect day dream.

We exited the Petite Trianon, from the back into the lush and flowering gardens. We couldn't resist the urge to walk along the intimate paths, smell the flowers, and gaze at the waterfall. We ended up getting a little lost with so many intersecting paths crossing over each other, but we certainly didn't mind the view.
Around lunch time, we headed back to the Grand Canal and found the perfect place to grab a bite.
And just as the Parisians do, the meal was finished off with a pastry and espresso. We just couldn't resist the tempting pastries!














And then, we turned the corner and I gasped. There, on the ground floor, someone was carving fresh prosciutto from a hoofed ham leg. It was so beautiful! The precision and skill needed to carve each slice is enough to stress anyone out but the butcher was calm, cool, and collected. Even occasionally smiling - hey, he's got a good gig!
Hand carving prosciutto is the most difficult but preferred method for slicing a preserved ham hock. Fun Fact: because of the way the ham is vertically hung when preserving, the meat towards the foot tastes sweeter, while the thigh meat tends to be more salty. When hand slicing, you are able to get super thin, uniform slices and get a better variety of both the sweet and salty flavors.
While continuing around the store, my Mom picked up some loose leaf tea, appropriately named 'Happy Birthday', in preparation for her big upcoming 60th celebration.


























One of the most amazing things about the Paris Opera was the former drawing room, Le Grand Foyer. Resembling Versaille's Hall of Mirrors, this room is dripping with 1800's luxury. Gorgeous lit chandeliers line the room with hand paintings all along the ceilings. I could spend all day just staring at the walls and ceilings!











When walking into the cathedral, a sense of hush and quite immediately comes over you. It might be because of the 'Silence, Please' signs everywhere or perhaps the views were so incredible, they take your breath away. Either way, the cathedral is stunning and you find yourself quietly floating around checking out every nook and cranny.



I could not stop staring at the classic, French vaulted ceilings, they were so beautiful, with their high arches and immaculate detail.

