I often fantasize about jetting off to some European capital on a whim for the weekend. Well, this past November I did just that. And even though I didn’t fly on a private plane or disembark on a red carpet like I do in my fantasy, it was still pretty fabulous.
The reason I got to hop across the pond for three nights was because I tagged along on my husband’s business trip to London. We left from JFK on a Thursday morning flight to London, which was great because I’m terrible at sleeping on overnight flights. With the time difference, however, we didn’t arrive at our hotel until almost 10 PM; we still felt disoriented but at least we weren’t exhausted. We were staying at the Sheraton Park Tower, which looks like a somewhat unimpressive 70s-era structure on the outside but inside has a surprisingly classic lobby (with a piano player in the adjacent bar) and luxurious, newly renovated rooms.
Our posh Knightsbridge location meant we were right next to the department store Harvey Nichols and a block from the legendary Harrods. But even more importantly on that hungry evening, we were a three-minute walk (in the rain) from one of the city’s best Italian restaurants, Zafferano. We ate our first dinner there, which set the tone for delicious food for our entire trip. The days of London cuisine being an abomination have long passed — the city now jockeys for a position as world’s best. After dinner, we decided to call it a night because my husband had to get up early for meetings and I was looking forward to a busy day of sightseeing as it was my first time in London in nine years.
To be continued…