Just one of those nights when we were out rather late after dinner and, despite having already eaten, somehow arrived at the inevitable conclusion that dessert was absolutely necessary. Because apparently dinner only counts as dinner until you see something sweet.
While wandering around Wood Street, we came across a little place called London Bubble Co. The name sounded intriguing enough, and the sight of waffles and ice cream was more than enough to convince us that this was the correct direction our evening needed to take.
So, naturally, we ordered a Waffle with Ice Cream.
Warm, crisp, sweet and topped with a generous helping of ice cream, it was exactly the sort of late-night indulgence we were looking for. Not particularly complicated, not pretending to reinvent dessert—just a good waffle and ice cream doing what good waffles and ice cream are supposed to do: make you forget that you had already had dinner.
But then came the inevitable sequel.
My wife spotted the place next door.
Tall Blonde French.
Now, before you start imagining some glamorous French lady with impossibly long legs standing behind a counter, let me clarify: this place specialises in French Fries.
And apparently, once you've had a waffle, the natural next step is to investigate potatoes.
So off she went to check out Tall Blonde French, because dessert apparently had not quite exhausted our culinary curiosity for the night.
It was one of those wonderfully random evenings where you don't really set out with a plan. You have dinner, wander around, discover a place, eat a waffle, spot another place, investigate French fries—and suddenly a perfectly ordinary night has turned into a mini food crawl.
Sometimes, that's all you need.
A late-night stroll, a waffle with ice cream, a little potato-based research and the company of someone who is always willing to ask, “What’s that place next door?”
Wood Street, you have officially been warned!
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