London’s Original Hard Rock Cafe Rocks (After You Get In)
I’m probably dating myself here, but the first time I was in London, I considered a visit to Hard Rock Cafe on par with the other tourist attractions like the Changing of the Guard at Buckingham Palace or climbing to the top of St. Paul’s Cathedral.

A legendary burger
The story of how two homesick American boys opened a restaurant devoted to the cheeseburgers they craved and wound up with Eric Clapton’s Red Fender Lead II guitar and the international limelight fascinates me as much as the stories of beheadings at The Tower.
Unfortunately, my husband’s business meetings in Basingstoke ran over the night we’d planned dinner at at this American icon in London, so I hung out in Picadilly Circus for hours, torturing myself with thoughts of eating at nearly every restaurant I saw. But the aura of the original Hard Rock was strong enough I hung in there until my other half rolled in on his train and we could fly over to Park Lane on the Tube. The restaurant was nearing closing time, and we had a fabulous burger, fries and chocolate shake in the corner of a nearly deserted dining room, all on the company tab.
Big thumbs up for the experience — and the bear I collected from the gift shop.
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