We brought Jules to the Soho Mexican restaurant that is located below the sex shop signs. No actual sex shop exists. And no Mexican restaurant sign exists. You just know from word of mouth.
Great place. A bit dark.
After our bawdy dinner we decided to class it up. Drinks at Rules. Opened in 1778, here is a quick write-up.
In the year Napoleon opened his campaign in Egypt, Thomas Rule promised his despairing family that he would say goodbye to his wayward past and settle down. No sooner said than he opened an oyster bar in Convent Garden. To the surprise and disbelief of his family, his enterprise proved to be not only successful but lasting.
The girl does not let the class surroundings change her.
Nor does Jerry. Apparently, only Jules and I have the ability to adapt to our surroundings.
This is Jen and my first London bus ride together. We became tube experts, but never figured out the bus. Jerry and Jules showed us the way.
Our verdict on the bus?
Rubbish. We had a 45 minute ride for a trip that was a half hour walk.
But we know how to pass the time.
Scary bus ride.
Boys roughing up the girls.
Happy Birthday, Jules. Glad we were here to share it.
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