We thought we were being smart by taking The Underground to the London Bridge stop early in the a.m. to stroll through Burough Market. Unfortunately, it was too early.
Traders were prepping their aromatic foods to be served for lunch, but they were not for sale yet. Torture.
The first thing we walked by was a pan overflowing with sausages. Heartburn in a bowl. I still wanted to be the official taste tester. Besides it was breakfast, the perfect time for bangers sans the mash.
The variety of paellas available were in abundance, but I wouldn’t have spoiled my first ever paella experience in London when I would be in Barcelona in just a few days. They still smelled scrumptious.
The four years cured, Senorio de Montanera, ham looked ready for slicing…but, it was not. Too early.
The Stinking Bishop cheese appealed to my “strange foods” eating style. Was it really stinky? I may never know.
They were also selling bread from one of Anthony Bourdains Layover picks, St. John. Luckily we had already eaten carbs and bone marrow at St. John Restaurant, so I was only feeling minimally deprived about not being able to purchase a loaf.
The Rabot Estate chocolatier was just setting up shop as we passed by. This would have made for the perfect dessert to the meal we never had. Next time.
Though we vowed to return later that day to actually ingest some of the deliciousness that was seen, we got caught up with the excitement of the Changing of the Guard at Buckingham Palace and time slipped away.
Do you have any regrets from your trip to London? Have you eaten at Burough Market?