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Dichotomy

King my ass

You'd think a place with king in its name would be a better place to eat. Required valet parking, screwed up orders, super greasy food, poor service from random employees: none of these make "king" level dining.

Of course, maybe lobsters just don't care. They are ocean bugs.

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When life gives you 5 hours of fucking jetlag

You make breakfast.

I made bacon, waffles with syrup and peanut butter, yogurt, oj, and coffee. I guess that kind of makes up for waking up at 4am.

Also: Thank you autocorrect for changing "fucking" into "ducking."

I took 1002 pictures

That's only counting my camera, and not what I took with my cell phone.  It's going to take a bit more than I thought to put together some blog posts.

Heathrow "Giraffe"

I can kind of understand that you don't serve anything other than breakfast until 11AM BST. It's not like you're in a giant international airport that flies to more countries than most people are aware of. In any case, those people are probably on the same schedule anyway, right?

But, seriously, Heathrow Giraffe, you dare call those things pancakes? Pancakes are light and fluffy, with a faint sweetness that makes you happy. Children can make them, it shouldn't be that hard. Not hard, unlike your so-called pancakes.

I'm still unclear what you did to those blueberries, but just as a side note, we put them inside the cakes in the US. Keeps the little bastards from rolling everywhere. As a similar presentation issue, maybe the single sausage on an otherwise empty plate could be dressed up with something? Maybe just use a plate that matches the size of the food you place on top?

Also, may I complement you on finding the pulpiest glass of juice ever? I've eaten actual oranges that were more fluid.

Finally, I would like to point out that if your waitresses have horrible breath, perhaps they could be instructed to not speak in the direction of the customers? Or, frankly, anyone with a functioning nose.

My feet hurt

Blue is walking, Red is the underground I took (assuming I got the stations correct).  The green star is vaguely where the hotel I'm staying in is located.

Last Day in Belfast

I'm really tired, so I'm going to cheat this on this one, and suggest that I'll have really cool pictures tomorrow or the next day from the bus tour of Belfast I took today.  I also need to do a food post about all the stuff I've eaten here.  The UK kind of gets an unfair shake on food, but I like lamb, so I might be biased.

I also like proper cider, and that's incredibly easy to find here, unlike the apple-free-zone of Hawaii.

Belfast!

Just a few pictures from Belfast.  I've been largely stuck at the conference, and so I haven't been taking too many.  I figure I'll catch up in London.

A statue of Lord Kelvin.  Yes, that Kelvin.

The "Palm House," a greenhouse in the park. I think it's been closed everytime I walk past.

Memorial angel statue at the QUB entrance.

City Hall, where we met the Lord Mayor of Belfast.

Galileo. He sits in the entryway you take to get to the great hall.

The tiny, tiny shower  have to work with. Stupid tiny shower.