Wrong. You left out the curry houses. There are more Indian restaurants in London than in Bombay.
This writer goes way over the top...I disagree with her. You can eat very well in America, you just have to know where to go - and in that, it's like anyplace else. What is certainly true is that your wallet is more likely to be fuller after an American meal than a European one.
Regards, Ivan
Ivan, I have heard one British fellow some years ago put to rest, at least for him, the "warm beer" issue. Basically, british-served beer is often served warm because the barkeep didn't invest in refrigeration, and when it's available, many britons prefer a cold one over a warm one.
Would that be generally true, in your qualified opinion?
We visited England in April.
I was curious to see what was on TV. The very first thing I saw on British television was a commercial for KFC.
Then, there were the MacDonalds, Burger King ads.
After that, I watched Scooby Doo.
It was pretty embarassing. I told anyone who would listen that they're NOT getting the true picture of American cuisine.
After all, we have the world's best pizza right here in the NY Metro area!
(I'm waiting for Chicago to check in...)
It's telling that this whiney lady is comparing American "fast food" to general English cooking - fish 'n' chips and Mighty Casey burgers are probably a more accurate comparison. I think that the average little American mom-and-pop restaurant that serves "meat and two" - usually chicken-and-dumplings, fried chicken, pot roast, meat loaf, or sliced turkey with your choice of two vegetables and a roll (or cornbread in the South) - is going to give you a better meal than your average English restaurant, say in a small county town. At least, that was my experience.
Indigenous English cooking just isn't all that great (sorry!) We got some very good meals in Scotland though.
Heaven: The English are the police, the French are the cooks, the Swiss are the administrators, the Italians are the lovers, and the Germans are the automobile mechanics.
Hell: The English are the cooks, the French are the administrators, the Swiss are the lovers, the Italians are the automobile mechanics, and the Germans are the police.
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British food is spoofed for entertainment and educational use only.
DEAD BISHOP by Monty Python’s Flying Circus
Mother: (turning off radio) Liberal rubbish! Klaus!
Klaus: Yeah?
Mother: Whaddaya want with yer jugged fish?
Klaus: 'Alibut.
Mother: The jugged fish -- IS -- 'alibut!
Klaus: Well, what fish 'ave you got that isn't jugged?
Mother: Rabbit.
Klaus: What, rabbit fish?
Mother: Uuh, yes...it's got fins....
Klaus: Is it dead?
Mother: Well, it was coughin' up blood last night.
Klaus: All right, I'll have the dead unjugged rabbit fish.
[Voiceover: One dead unjugged rabbit fish later.]
Klaus: (putting down his knife and fork) Well, that was really 'orrible.
Mother: Aaw, you're always complainin'!
Klaus: Wha's for afters?
Mother: Rat cake, rat sorbet, rat pudding, or strawberry tart.
Klaus: (eyes lighting up) Strawberry tart?
Mother: Well, it's got *some* rat in it.
Klaus: 'Ow much?
Mother: Three. A lot, really.
Klaus: Well, I'll have a slice without so much rat in it.
[Voiceover: One slice of strawberry tart without so much rat in it later.]
Klaus: (putting down fork and knife) Appalling.
Mother: Moan , moan, moan!
Son: (coming in the door) 'Ello Mum. 'Ello Dad.
Klaus: 'Ello son.
Son: There's a dead bishop on the landing, dad!
Klaus: Really?
Mother: Where's it from?
Son: Waddya mean?
Mother: What's its diocese?
Son: Well, it looked a bit Bath and Wells-ish to me...
Klaus: (getting up and going out the door) I'll go and have a look.
Mother: I don't know...kids bringin' 'em in here....
Son: It's not me!
Mother: I've got three of 'em down by the bin, and the dustmen won't touch 'em!
Klaus: (coming back in) Leicester.
Mother: 'Ow d'you know?
Klaus: Tattooed on the back o' the neck. I'll call the police.
Mother: Shouldn't you call the church?
Son: Call the church police!
Klaus: All right. (shouting) The Church Police!
(sirens racing up, followed by a tremendous crash)
(the church police burst in the door)
Detective: What's all this then, Amen!
Mother: Are you the church police?
All the police officers: (in unison) Ho, Yes!
Mother: There's another dead bishop on the landing, vicar sargeant!
Detective: Uh, Detective Parsons, madam. I see... suffrican, or diocisian?
Mother: 'Ow should I know?
Detective: It's tatooed on the back o' their neck. (spying the tart) 'Ere, is that
rat tart?
Mother: (suspectful) yes.
Detective: Disgusting! Right! Men, the chase is on! Now we should all
kneel! (they all kneel)
All: O Lord, we beseech thee, tell us 'oo croaked Lester!
*thunder*
Voice of the Lord: The one in the gray says he’s done it!
Klaus: It's a fair cop, but society's to blame.
Detective: Agreed. We'll be charging them too.
Klaus: I'd like you to take the three boddlabin into consideration.
Detective: Right. I'll now ask you all to conclude this harrest with a hymn.
All: All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The church has beat them all.
Amen.
Furthermore, the wondrous selection of pastries, sweets, cheeses and dairy products in your average Tesco must be seen to be believed.
It is true that Scotland has great beef, though....
Ivan,
Are there still Wimpy's hamburger restaurants in London? Haven't been there for some time, but I recall eating something on a bun which was strangely unlike beef.