Well, when you're down on your luck and you ain't got a buck. In London you're a goner. Even London Bridge has fallen down And moved to Arizona.
A search for "pictures of London Bridge" brings up photos of Tower Bridge. And by photos of Tower Bridge, I mean the first 40 photos shown are of Tower Bridge, each under the heading of "London Bridge."
The current London Bridge is so dull I can't easily find photos of it on Google because Google must think this:
"He doesn't want photos of boring London Bridge. Nobody wants it. It's a replacement bridge anyhow. Therefore I, sentient being that I am, I will choose to show Tower Bridge instead and call it London Bridge. No one will know the difference."
I know the difference.
Anyhow, we walked halfway across the bridge, did a couple photos. It was well into lunch time, and we were starving, so we skipped the whole rigamarole of climbing up Tower Bridge and walking across on the "high level walkways" (that phrase is from the Tower Bridge website, so I'm going with it).
From there, we were too hangry to walk, so we took an Uber for the only time in London to go to The Old Doctor Butler's Head pub for lunch.
According to Wikipedia:
The pub was named after the physician William Butler, a doctor at the court of James I. Butler is credited with inventing the medicinal drink Dr Butler’s purging ale, which became popular in 17th-century England.
The pub was established in 1610, and the present building was built shortly after the Great London Fire of 1666. It's in Moorgate, tucked down an alley in the square mile City of London.
It's got a lot of character, even if you have to put up with self-important young men out front in the alley drinking a pint whilst yammering away on their cell phones about their last financial deals. Thankfully, we went inside, where all was quiet. The modest complaint is that it took quite a while for our food to make it to us, even though none of the four of us had food modifications or allergies.
(It turns out it is government law that, before taking the order, servers have to ask if anyone has allergies. I've been asked that question at nice restaurants here in America, but not all the time. What I didn't look into is whether when you go into that Scottish chain, McDonald's, if they have to ask it. I know it's not asked here in the States at Chick-fil-a or Five Guys. Those two restaurants make up the extent of my fast fooding.)
Afterwards, Rick chatted with the publican and was invited behind the bar for a couple of photos.
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