had a friend in town for the weekend and we arranged to meet near his hotel at green park. as K and i emerged from the tube, the aroma of grilled hotdogs was almost too much to bear. however, as we were headed to hong kong diner for lunch, i shelved the hotdog craving, only to have it hit me with a vengeance later in the evening.
alas, the hotdog vendor was no longer outside green park :(
undeterred, K said that there was always always a hotdog cart at the british museum. knowing what a culture buff he is, i should've smelt a rat. but my greed got the better of me and we trooped to the museum...
...where the ever-elusive hotdog cart was not to be found.
and that's when i realised it was all part of a sneaky ploy to squeeze some culture into the day :(
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