Saturday, May 25, 2013
Stompin' at the Savoy
Not really. Just drinkin' at the American Bar. And people watchin'.
There were the gathering of serious business men with shiny shoes who were knocking back scotch and waters like no tomorrow. During our brief stint, they had downed four each. Those Brits, no matter the upbringing, can drink.
A couple of ladies were enjoying a glass of wine after a day of shopping.
A negroni was the poison at our table accompanied by an olive assortment.
Prices were dear, but the experience memorable.