Q-Park Leicester Square is the unsung hero of West End chaos. It’s cramped, it’s tight, and it smells faintly of petrol and regret. But it will save your evening. You can park, run to a show, eat a fancy dinner, and be back in your car before the tube queues make you cry.
So next time you’re battling traffic on Shaftesbury Avenue, remember: Whitcomb Street holds the key. And if you see me on the second level, taking a photo of my bay number? Don’t judge. I’ve learned my lesson the hard way. Happy parking, you glorious London warrior.
