On Thursday, after stopping off to look at all the lovely architecture, Tom and I popped into PDT (Please Don't Tell) Bar. I had phoned up earlier to try and make a reservation but they were fully booked but said we might be able to pop in and ask for a seat at the bar.
So we got there, and went into the telephone booth - the lady on the other side of the booth said that they could seat us in about 30 minutes, so we went back into Crif Dogs and had ourselves a little drink (of lemonade)...

It was nice being able to sit up at the bar this time and actually look around (last time I was in a booth with my back to everything), we could have a look at the other people in there and all the weird and wonderful things on the wall - like the stuffed Jackalope wearing shades!

Although their hot dogs are fancier on the PDT side, they still come on paper plates, but instead of the flimsy white ones that Crif Dogs used, we got the special heavy duty black ones and we even got some plastic cutlery too!
So Tom did manage a daily hot dog after all!!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a good way to round off his trip and now he's flying back to England. Your turn soon.X