lo colombiano en Brixton

It was the first super ugly day of the year. 5 C and raining. But Andre and I had made plans to go to Brixton and we are people of our word. It took at least 45 minutes by bus, the part I always love most. Sitting on top in a double-decker, at the front, with other friends and acting like toddlers utterly lacking in self-respect. The cold drove us into a tiny Colombian restaurant. It was packed but a petite Colombiana generously shared her table with us. And then Sarah and I were off, talking about food from our respective SA countries - Costa Rica and Chile. Empanadas chilenas are incomparable !!! And I stand by that assertion. I gorged myself on una arepa con chorizo y una porcion de tajadas, washed down by chocolate caliente. We couldn't stand the cold very long and were back in the flat an hour later, chatting for several hours about medicine, architecture, forms, personal baggage, and real estate in London. Sarah's gonna be my advisor if the latter becomes more than idle chatter...