soho you di'int!

you're welcome for the post title.

we had some more time off in london and spent a few hours wandering around soho.

it's like nyc's soho in many ways, and therefore we loved it/were homesick.

i'm learning how much blogging influences your day (mostly a fanatical need to document everything with photos), so i tried to not be staring at my phone all night.

can i sew? 

sort of.

did this shop fill my head with visions of making all of our clothing a la maria von trapp?

yes.

do i like pastry and sugar that i know is called demerara here but i call chunky brown sugar?

duh.

and that's it. that's all that's in soho.

sewing supply shops and patisseries.

they should call it sew-ho.

i've clearly been spending too much time with rich. 

(more more more more london coming up!)

rich and i are in danger. (update!)

rich and i are in serious danger.

in the uk, there exists a very real threat to our well-being and future happiness.

it is called wagamama.

their website says they are a chain of pan asian restaurants.

it should say they are a chain of crack restaurants.

our names are rich and olivia and we are addicted to wagamama.

specifically to their yasai yaki soba.

it is really a problem.

they are everywhere.

we cannot escape.

we don't want to escape.

every time we are looking for a place to eat and we spot one, 

we have a conversation like this:

(disclaimer: the role we each play in this scenario is interchangeable)

rich (casually): oh look....a wagamama.

 olivia (cool, calm, and collected): oh....that's cool.

rich: yeah. so.....that's there.

olivia: yes, i see it.

rich (nonchalantly): we just went there. we should go somewhere else.

olivia (same): yeah, i am sort of getting sick of it. we should try to support a small and local place.

rich: great idea.

olivia: (silence)

rich: (silence)

olivia (tentatively): or we c---

rich (crazed): WAGAMAMA!!!!!!!!!!

and with glazed eyes, we run like crackheads to feed our addiction.

we do not need to look at the menu.

the second a server approaches, we all but scream,

"two number 41s two tap waters nothing to start ok thanksssssssssssssss"

(apparently, however, we are not their biggest fan. the last time we ate there, the man next to us literally ordered 10 dishes and ate every. single. morsel. and 5 beers. we silently saluted him.) 

we love you wagamama.

and as your only locations in the usa are in boston, 

you can look forward to seeing us a lot more often, mum and dad!

please don't be offended when we spend the whole visit stuffing our faces 

and then moaning about how full and miserable we are.

rich + olivia + wagamama 4eva

UPDATE: we have consumed wagamama 5 times since this post was written, including 5 minutes after its orginal post, and twice in one day. the other two times we were respectable humans and went once a day. and, fine, it was only me that went twice in one day. rich has self-control. oops.