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Originally posted by Zoonhollis
...err, English food is the pits, at least in London.
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I don't know if you've been back since '88, but London is now regarded as the foodie capital of the universe; something like 7 or 8 of
Restaurant magazine's top fifty restaurants in the world are in London (the winner is the French Laundry in California); and at every level from sandwiches (Pret a Manger?) to once-in-a-lifetime dinners (Gordon Ramsay?) the very best of quality, innovation and value is readily available.
On my Yorkshire road trip I had a pretty horrid lunch at my US-owned 4* chain hotel near Bradford (club sandwich washed down with a bottle of Stella, yuk) and a pretty fantastic dinner at the traditionally English Black Bull at Moulton (pan-fried scallops and langoustine with lobster on a butter and chive sauce washed down with a young Puilly Fuisse). In between was a delicious pint of Theakston's Best Bitter at the Blue Bell (pictured above) and another at the Black Bull at Redmire (it is a common name for a pub).
I have dined well in New York and California, but never as well as in London (although the so-called poverty-cuisine of rural Italy has everywhere licked if you ask me).