Borough Market.......aka paradise...

One nice thing about living in London is that a lot of things are older than me.  In the States, we sometimes forget that after something has reached the 15-20 year mark, it doesn't need to be torn down for a Wal Mart parking lot.

London has not forgotten that some things only get better after they've sat around for a while. As with any human being, fine wine, or cheese, aging can bring out the absolute best qualities in something.  It provides character, depth of knowledge, flavor and a unique history. Back in 1014, Borough Market, sitting at the feet of London Bridge, was an integral trading post for farmers wishing to sell grains, fish, vegetables and livestock.  Today, it is arguably one of the greatest food markets in the world.

On a perfectly clear Saturday morning, Zach, Bri and I decided it would be best to go in search of this supposed foodie paradise. We were not disappointed.  The samples were endless.  Zach and I tried a balsamic vinegar that, judging by the sweetness, had been aged for approximately 20349 years.  Incredible.  Endless pastries, truffles, Turkish Delight, organic veggie burgers, fresh pastas, fish, meats, espresso, WILD BOAR, I could go on forever.  I will be going back for more.

 

  

Wild boar sausage, peppercorn sauce, spring mix and a gigantic roll.. tasty

  

Bri got really excited about the peppercorn sauce.. 

Thanks for taking these ultra flattering shots, Zach.