first meal in London

Our first night when we started to get a bit hungry for dinner we decided to google a close, not so fancy place we could go. We were going to eat at the gourmet burger, we thought we couldn't go wrong with some American food. As we turned the corner out of our street we saw our destination, but since we were already out of our cozy room we decided to be a bit more adventurous. We walked maybe a block further and saw on the corner this quaint little place that smelled amazing. We creeped outside to see how people were dressed and decided that our sweat pants would do. We were seated upstairs in the very back corner, things here are a bit more tight than we are used to. Our table was essentially on top of the one behind ours. We shared a pizza and salad and each ordered a glass of wine. (our first legal drink in a public place) We were giggly with excitement and enjoying every bite of our food. This may have been the point where it just hit me I was in London. We skipped all the way home literally, smiling and giggling. We were in London and ecstatic about it, or maybe the wine got to us a little.