A Work Week in London

Well, just got back from a week working in London with a new client. A red-eye out, three days full of meetings, a day and a half on my own. Two bomb scares, and back to New York. I've got some photos (they will eventually make their way over to Flickr, I suppose), but the iBook is overworked and acting up a bit. Time for an upgrade, I'm afraid.

In the meantime, a quick rundown on eating, drinking, and thing's done:

Smith's of Smithwick's - a bit of a fancy-schmancy bar and restaurant, frequented by the financial, consulting, and new media crowds. Youngish, hippish, but the bar was better than the restaurant. The mussels were excellent to start, but the steak nothing to write home about -- this even though steaks seemed to be the house specialty. Oh well.
Gauchos - an Argentine steak place. We showed up late and in the rain. We embarrassed ourselves in front of the wait staff. Still, the meat was good. Very good.
Bedouin - in whatever the equivalent of the meat packing district was. 4 to 1 guys to girls, but they were playing tracks off of Thriller, so it's hard to complain.
Reflex - closer to the financial district in the City, there is a giant mural of David Hasselhoff to greet you and they plaid the entirety of the Grease and Dirty Dancing soundtrack's while we were there. The large groups of incredibly drunk banker types freaking each other made the whole thing the slightest bit homo-erotic, but if I had a big group of friends, this place would have been no shortage of fun.
Duke of Cambridge - a gastropub, and the only all organic one in Highbury-Islington, to boot. LM and I got brunch here, it was pretty good.
Tate Modern - I can't get enough of the space, what can I say, even when the exhibitions are only so-so.