I went to the town center today to pick up a mobile phone, which took FOREVER because it seems like everywhere in town is PACKED all the time. It also didn’t help that there was a festival/open market in the shopping square today. Think mayhem drenched in the smell of fried mini doughnuts and Indian curry. So I went into about 4 different phone stores, same story…packed, mostly it seemed with children too young and seniors too old to be using mobile phones. Maybe that’s not very nice, but I was irritated and growing weary of waiting in queues. Anyway, I got the phone situation sorted out and decided I’d earned a stop in a cafĂ©.
I stopped at Lewis’s of Lancaster, a quaint, old-timey sort of place (the descriptor for everything here), right off the main square. I ordered a hot chocolate (my favesies) and beans-on-toast, because I took one look at the menu and decided that was probably the only thing I could stomach. Would you like to know what else was offered? Because I couldn’t help but copy some down:
Fried Egg Chips and Beans
Cornish Pastie, peas and gravy
Sausage and Chips + bread and butter
Bacon Bun
Cottage Pie served w/ chips, peas, red cabbage, and gravy
Steak Pie, chips, peas and gravy
Can’t forget the sandwiches—Tuna and Sweetcorn, Cheese and Chicken, Cheese and Onion
Or the fixings for a jacket potato—Cottage Cheese and Pineapple or Coleslaw or Bacon and Tomato or Cheese, Tuna, and Beans…mmmmm
Oh, and not to mention their all-day breakfast—Bacon, sausage, eggs, tomato, beans, mushrooms, toast, and tea or coffee. “Is it all one thing?” I pondered. What in the world would this freaking breakfast look like?...and no kidding, I found out about 20 minutes later...
It's all there isn't it? So creative these Brits.
For the record, my beans-on-toast wasn’t all that wonderful. The curly chips I scarfed down at 3 AM after going out last night were absolutely wonderful. And that’s about the extent of my foray into the fascinating world of English cuisine. Should I go bolder? Will my stomach be able to handle it? Will I lose my appetite at the first sight of gravy smothered chips and peas? It’s going to take some courage to find out.
If there is one thing that the English can do, it's breakfast. Haha, 'queue,' you're so British.
ReplyDeleteLMAO...and I don't even know what that means. Hopefully something like chortling while drinking gin.
ReplyDeleteHOCHOOOOOOO!!!
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