The Cheshire Cheese Tavern
The Law Society and every barbershop on Fleet Street must get mobbed with tourists. I was surprised, actually, by the sheer amount of hair-cutting places and concluded that they must get fantastic business. There were something like fifteen of us who'd come, but just a few knew the story of Benjamin Barker and his demise. I had to defend the story against cute little girls who were definitely put off by its cannibalistic tendencies. But we ended up at dinner anyway--Charles Dickens', Samuel Johnsons' and Voltaire's favorite English pub--the Cheese.
The Cheese's charm comes from four different menus, one for each floor--we ate in the Chop Room, as soon as we shed half the group, and got to see Dickens' favorite chair and a fireplace from 1667. I decided on two appetizers: A Bubble and Squeak and two Yorkshire Puddings. The first was mashed potatoes with broccoli and peas mixed in, and the latter can't really be explained. It was super tasty and oh so cheap! We spent the evening playing Six Degrees of Separation and cleaning our plates, enthused about a second visit to Fleet Street in the future.
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