20,000 steps and a lot of carbs

The thing I miss the most about living in London is the food, now what does that say about me? 
Since I first left Carlisle, over ten years ago, the restaurant scene has definitely got better, before I left we had about 5 Italian restaurants, and 2 Indians, now we have 36 Italians, and 12 Indians.  I jest, but that's what it feels like.  
I definitely can't complain about the options available now, but London just has so much more (I guess it is the capital of the UK so that probably explains a lot) and I just have this real thing about asian food, but I think it'll be some time before Carlisle gets a Dim Sum restaurant.
Anyway, I usually manage to get myself down to London every few months (usually when my tummy's rumbling), and luckily good ol' Virgin trains means it takes just over 3 hours these days, it's hard to believe that when I went on a trip down south with my parents over 15 years ago it took nearly twice that, and every time I visit, I come armed with a list of restaurants I have to visit.
Last weekend, was no different.  The mr and I were heading down for a wedding in Essex, so tagged on a couple of extra days, for me to add on a couple of extra pounds.
Friday night saw us at Rossopomodoro in Hoxton, my friend recommended it and said it was her new favourite pizza place.  Now the service wasn't great, but the food? Yeah the food was pretty good, when you have to undo the top button of jeans after just your starter you know you're in for a treat.  It was an absolute carb-fest, fried pizza dough balls, pasta croquettes, arancini and crocche, and that was just a starter, obviously a forced a pizza down too, and rolled out the restaurant.

The next day, the mr and I had planned to do a bit of shopping with a stop off at The Detox Kitchen for lunch, I had visions of a super healthy lunch that would make the perfect blog post.  But arriving at Carnaby Street with sore feet to discover there was only takeaway available, and in desperate need of giving my legs a rest, we wandered round the corner to Bill's.  I'm not complaining, I love Bill's, but a shared mezze platter and some fried halloumi wasn't quite blog post worthy.

More shopping and a wander along the King's Road, meant the 20,000 plus steps we'd done that day was a good enough excuse for me to head out for dinner.  As mentioned, I bloody love Dim Sum, char sui pork buns are one of my favourite foods, in fact, if I was on death row, I'm pretty sure they'd be part of my last meal (anybody else ever play the 'last meal on death row' game?).  We were staying a 5 minute walk from Charlotte Street so heading to Dim T, usually, Ping Pong is my first choice, but tired legs meant we went for the easier option.  And I'm not complaining, I got my pork buns, along with salt and pepper squid and after the BIGGEST portion of nasi goreng, we rolled home.

Sunday was wedding day, and with a few hours to spare in the morning, we hit up the hotel gym, how's that for commitment? However, if you follow me over on Instagram, you'll know it wasn't such a good session, I don't know what to do in gyms (have I mentioned that before?) so after a 15 minute run on the treadmill, a bit of a fanny about with some weights, I took a few photos and headed for breakfast.  

Now it's fair to say it was an indulgent weekend, and that's without even mentioning the EPIC dessert table at the wedding (just look at this table!) but when I'm in London, I've gotta make the most of being in London, and we walked what must have been miles, so it's all back to that thing we call balance, right? Right.
So now I need new recommendations for my next visit, what's your favourite? And tell me it's not just me that eats my body weight when I visit!