Most of the time, to me, food it food, fuel, something to fill the hole, and I don’t really notice it unless it’s exceptionally good, or exceptionally bad. I thought the roast lamb, which we eat pretty regularly at home, was exceptional, as was the beef wellington, which is my all time favorite.
And the tea rooms in the US cannot seem to get the scones and clotted cream right.
English breakfasts are good but can also be greasy. Kippers, however, redeem many sins but the English kitchen is greatly in need of redemption. When they used to close the pubs in the afternoons one was forced to regulate travel schedules to accommodate the strict closing hours after noon rush and until dinnertime, I could never seem to remember when to eat.
That is a very British attitude to food!