It was a good day, though, because Murray won. YAY!
British food-wise, I did well again. I had a lot of tea, of course.
...but was especially excited for my first day of strawberries and cream, which was so good I was tempted to dive into my bowl.
Lunch was some banger rolls and croquettes:
Day Seven was the traditional Middle Sunday of Wimbledon when there is absolutely no play. It kind of sucks, but I used my day to go see Jurassic World and to hit up Total Wine for British brews and then spent a fortune at Wegmans in their international aisle. And for dinner I made a very basic beef shepherd's pie and had a Newcastle afterwards. Yum!
I should also include my run in with a Scotsman while out picking up something at Barnes & Noble. Hello, Jamie!!!