I endeavored to partake of the 'Fish and Chips' in the center of London.
Nope...nope, nopity-nope. I would rather have a greasy gag inducing six dollar plate of Long John Silver's..thank you ever so much.
When I eat breakfast anywhere in the UK, I get funny looks because I reflexively stick my tongue out. I'm sorry, someone needs to tell the person who puts the mushy tomato next to my undercooked eggs and bacon that they are committing heresy.
My last time in the area, the spouse and I lived off store bought bananas and instant coffee and jumped for joy when we found a Dunkin' Donuts.
Some English food is great, and breakfast was my favorite meal there (for dinner we always had Indian). Grilled tomato half, toast standing up in the toast holder so it stays crisp, thick somewhat tough bacon . . . and mutton chops, which you can’t get here unless you pay $35 at a restaurant like Keen’s. Sausages at the cafeteria. Cornish pasties.
Of course when they try to do American food they are hopeless. Cheeseburgers with the cheese not melted.
Possibly some of this has changed since I was there. I know there was a foodie revolution there in the eighties.