Ode to St. John

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Dear St. John,
You’ve been my favorite spot in London for the past 2 years. I’ll miss tucking a loaf of brown sourdough into my bag for the week, and I’ll miss your friendly staff, your Welsh Rarebit, your seed cake & Madeira, your roast bone marrow & parsley salad, your cauliflower salad, your Negronis, your duck liver on toast, your bacon sandwiches, your custard doughnuts (especially your custard doughnuts), your wine list, your Eccles cake with Lancashire cheese, the light in your bar area in the afternoon, and so much more.

You could not exist in any other city and you will always feel like London to me. Don’t change.

Love,
Brian