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London is a massive, beautiful, and compelling city. You might eventually find yourself lost among the twists and turns of the narrow historic streets without even realizing it. Trekking through Nottingham, on an excruciatingly hot July afternoon, we had to finally admit we were lost. It seemed like we were wandering in circles for hours. I shouldn’t complain, though. Being lost in London couldn’t be the worst thing in the world, except, at that moment, we were ravenous. The morning was spent taking a leisurely stroll from our quaint hotel in Earl’s Court through Kensington to Hyde Park. We marveled at the adorable houses and shops along our way, taking time to stop for a mid-morning tea. Once in Hyde Park, we made sure to take pictures in classic London phone booths, the Albert Memorial, and the Princess Diana Memorial Fountain. By noon, temperatures had reached 24°C and we decided to seek shelter in Kensington Palace and explore the museums. A few hours later, we stepped out of the museum, bewildered by the historical spirits that had surrounded us in the palace. We started walking again. It wasn’t even before we made it to the main street that our inspiration had worn off and we realized we were starving. Instead of searching for the closest café, my Mom had suggested a Winston Churchill themed pub in Nottingham with rave reviews. It couldn’t have been far from where we were, right? Except, we didn’t have cellular service. Earlier, my mom had taken a screenshot of the location on a map, and all we had to do was properly orient ourselves, and head in the right direction. It was more difficult than expected. It turns out, we had come out on the opposite side of the park that we were supposed to be on. Forty-five minutes later, we were still sauntering along. My Mother, however, was in a half-jog, half-sprint, in an attempt to lead our exhausted bodies to the Winston Churchill themed pub. I almost couldn’t take it anymore, but just when I was about to give in to the exhaustion, we reached the pub. The Churchill Arms is a corner pub nearly completely covered by shrubs and ivy. A large image of Winston Churchill hangs from the second floor of the building. By all means, the pub looks just about like any typical London corner pub, and there was no expectation that this was going to be any different than any typical London pub. We walked in and sat ourselves at a booth in the back. Marveling at the photos and memorabilia, we caught our breath until a server brought us a menu. We looked down at the menu. This was not your typical London pub fare. This was a Winston Churchill themed Thai restaurant. In my state of fatigue, I don’t think I could quite comprehend how strange it was. Checking out the drink menu, we ordered ciders from the draught list. It didn’t take long for the ciders to be gulped down. It was like I was instantly revived. I took in my surroundings. We were in a Winston Churchill themed Thai pub. There were photographs of historical moments that occurred in London and the United Kingdom surrounding us, yet, we were staring at a menu of Pad Siew and Kaeng Par. We settled on some Pad Thai, and discussed our day over a second round of ciders. It was the best Thai food I’ve ever had. Of all the things I had come to London for, I didn’t expect to find craft cider and Thai food at a Winston Churchill themed pub.