“Forget food, unless you find an ethnic restaurant or McDonald’s. Aside from fish and chips (which no one does better) the Brits subsist on the sort of fare best reserved for your dog. That is, unless, you’re willing to pay through the nose at one of their finer restaurants. Those places are remarkably good.”
Mr. Hamilton: Would you make me a Waldorf Salad?
Basil Fawlty: [having never heard of it] I beg your pardon?
Mr. Hamilton: Get me a Waldorf Salad.
Basil Fawlty: Well, I think we just ran out of Waldorfs!
LOL. A classic.
Ever had a British ‘beefburger’?
I hope not.