Working in the heart of Soho is practically idyllic. A stone's throw away from some great lunch spots (Cafe El Buen Gusto, you're my favourite), some great bars (too many to choose from) and some amazing restaurants (also too many to choose from), you're also so close to Oxford Street it hurts. Even this morning I discovered that they're opening an Office next to Tottenham Court Road tube station (my stop) - and there's been many an occasion that I've had to stop myself from nipping for a quick bit of retail therapy in my lunch break (the bank balance needs to be appeased).
So it was both unusual but great that I managed to nip out for a lunch time drink today to meet up with my dad who was up in town. We tend to have conflicting schedules so whenever I retreat back to the countryside, we tend to miss each other. But not today - repairing to old favourite Shampers on Kingly Street (previous write-up here), we caught up on the missed months, including his trip to Sicily and checking out the Godfather haunts, my plans for the future and everything in between. It was only a short dalliance away from the office, but perfect dad and daughter drinks nonetheless, and I'm looking forward to another summery drink at our favourite Sussex local (also the best, obviously) on Friday.