I’ve been reminded, just after St. George’s Day, of my homeland’s somewhat patchy history with cuisine. Specifically for much of the 20th century, the UK was widely considered to be the land that cuisine forgot. The reminder came in the form of the English pub, named (of course) ‘The Red Lion’ not too far away from here.
I like to think they serve Watney’s Red Barrel, scampi fries and clichés. But their idea of ‘pub grub’, as evidenced by their chalk board outside (always in English, and English only) does not inspire much confidence. Spotted today: “Chicken mince w/spaghetti”. Makes me want to burn my passport.