The top 4 places in London for homesick Americans

Maybe you chose the expat life. Maybe the expat life chose you. Either way, Americans in London are bound to get homesick at some point. One day, you’ll wake up wondering where you are, with a powerful craving for Pop-Tarts. Maybe not today, and maybe not tomorrow. But someday. Placebuzz has got your back.

  1. Five Guys, Soho, Covent Garden, & more

Photo via oxfordstreet.co.uk

You need some fries. Not ‘chips’. Fries. Served with a double-patty burger as the standard option. Soda galore, and free refills – just like the Founding Fathers intended. Thank God for Five Guys Burgers & Fries.

  1. Starbucks Drive-Thru, Heathrow

not this kind of drive-thru

Coffee. You need coffee. But not just anywhere, like at the Starbucks on your corner – you need to drink it in a car. All is not lost. You’ll have to get to the airport, but it’s not so terrible. Heathrow is, technically, in London, and you won’t have to go so far as to board a plane headed for Newark, New Jersey to get your fix. Heathrow has a drive-thru Starbucks. Close your eyes and inhale that aroma of fuel exhaust and bitter coffee. You’re home.

  1. American Food Store, Holland Park

Photo via Yelp

Are you feeling weird this morning, Americans? Is your blood coursing a little too easily through your unclogged veins? Did the English breakfast you ate, which weirdly involved tomatoes in non-ketchup form (whyyyyyy??), leave you feeling a bit too even-keeled? Then you need to get your butt over to the American Food Store for some £3.95 Pop-Tarts. Feel that sweet, sweet sugar rush once again. It feels like Freedom.

  1. Westfield Shopping Centre, Shepherd’s Bush & Stratford

Photo via The Telegraph

Step inside this gleaming monument to consumerism, this beautiful temple to the gods of over-consumption. Look at the Lululemon store, side-by-side with a mid-range sedan and a prosecco bar. Take a deep breath – in through your nose, out through your mouth. You smell that, America? Smell that ambrosia of perfume wafting out of clothing stores, mixed with sticky-sweet cinnamon pretzels? It smells like home.

We hope we’ve saved all of the homesick Americans in London an overseas flight. Go forth and overeat, dear friends.

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