Food

It's true/I hope not. tea eggs are good though for real, if you can stop there I think you are all good.

As an aside but on a similar poultry-related topic. I have recently tried chicken feet at a chinese place. They were served blanched and cold. It was like sucking on toddlers fingers except for not pleasant. I had written them off,* but then I saw some thais deep frying them at the park. I wonder if they are good that way.

• It is a good rule that when things are described as 'is considered a delicacy in...' you are entering into treacherous waters.
  

Fucking hell balut looks scary. Id need to be pissed to try that I think.

Balut looks like one of the worst things I've ever seen.

^^^ I've heard good things about these fried chicken feet and I reckon they might not be that bad. Cold blanched ones does sound nasty though.
^^ Not in a million vodka-years.

your a manchester egg.

you're etc etc...

your an etc etc

I like food etc.

A while ago I went to London for a weekend as a birthday present from my wife. I wrote up the weekend for some american friends and I just found the write up. I'm sure these spots are boring a fuck for you London types, but if you are from foreign lands going to London for a weekend, you could eat worse than we did for sure.
(Proper names: Kana is my wife, Smith is my friend since small kid time. Merchie is the nickname of a friend of ours, apparently he has taken to wearing those drop crotch sweatpants lately.)

Kana got me tickets to London for the weekend for my birthday. I thought it was just to drink beer and eat food, but secretly Kana had gotten us tickets to UFC with the big Swede, Gustafsson. As you can see below, we were inspired by Helen Graves' Food Stories blog for good reason. She was right every time. http://helengraves.co.uk/

We still managed to put down a solid amount of foodstuff, here is a rough report.

Arrival Friday night
[INDENT]Snack
[INDENT]Airport cornish pasty- I ate a stilton and beef pasty on arrival. It was good. [/INDENT]
Dinner
[INDENT]Ottolenghi - We had dinner reservation for 10 at night. If you aren't aware of this dude, he has a number of rad cookbooks. Lots of salady things but also meats. My main was a huge chunk of pork belly with a chili and shrimp sambal and some other shit. Ottolenghi's family doesn't keep kosher, and he has talked about how his parents were secretly into not doing it. I guess Israel is full of people trying to out-Jew one another which is annoying. I can only imagine. http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/series/yotam-ottolenghi-recipes make any of those things. buy his cookbooks. eat rad.[/INDENT]
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Saturday
[INDENT]
Breakfast
[INDENT]We went to Broadway market in Hackney which was near where we stayed. They had a bunch of good looking things, I ate a scotch egg which was an egg with a gooey batter around it. It had been fried but was cold. 2/10 stars. would not bang. I also had a smoked salmon open faced sando. It ruled.

For coffee I went here: http://www.climpsonandsons.com/pages/about-us. The place (and the market) was packed with yummy mummy yoga types. Everyone was wearing running tights. I got an espresso. The machine was some normal kind, the filter was bottomful, the espresso was better than anything I have had in my own town. Rich and sweet and nutty and so damn good. I imagined it would even be good with milk.[/INDENT]
Lunch
[INDENT]For lunch we went to Burger and Lobster and both got the Lobster sandos for 20 quid. I really recommend it if you are in the near and seafood inclined. I dipped my fries in the small jug of lemon garlic butter. I am pretty sure that is what you are supposed to do. http://londonreviewofsandwiches.wordpress.com/2012/03/04/lobster-roll-at-burger-and-lobster/

We then walked around a bit. Kana went to Top Shop. Say what you will about hipsters, I will take a hundred ironic pancho and Merchie pants wearing dudes to any one of the cunty shitlipped twats looking for clothes in the mens department. To look at them is to know hatred, but when they start talking in posh brit accents...
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Lunch 2
[INDENT]By this point the UFC was about to start but I really wanted to go to this jerk place in south london I had heard about: Smokey Jerky. http://helengraves.co.uk/tag/smokey-jerky-new-cross/ I got jerk chicken with peas and rice. It was the best meal of the trip for me. The chicken was amazing, spicy sweet smoky rad. So damn good.

Then we went to the UFC (a little late but we only missed 2 of the 400 fights.) Gustafsson won by knockout. Swedes partied.[/INDENT]
Dinner
[INDENT]At this point it was pretty late. We wanted indian food but didn't want to go to Tayaabs because last time we went they acted like dicks and then accused Smith of stealing the tips off of one of the tables. We instead went to this place: http://helengraves.co.uk/2009/11/a-swift-lunch-at-needoo-grill/ which was right around the corner. We were their last customers of the evening but were really nice. The place is weird but the food was a fucking plus. We got a dahl with eggplant cooked in and aloo palak[/INDENT][/INDENT]Sunday[INDENT]
This was our getaway day and we slept in. We were a little worried because we had to leave for our plane at 4.

Breakfast
[INDENT]We walked down to broadway again even though there was no market. I went to the same coffee shop. If anything the yummy mummy yoga contingent was even more dense. I got the normal double espresso along with a flat white just to try it out. I was correct that it was good with milk.

We ate just up the street at one of those breakfast type spots that is also a pub. I had the kedgeree which is a dish the Brits imported from their time in india. It consists of rice with lots of spices (the usual suspects, all of the indian spices more or less) as well as smoked white fish and a soft boiled egg. Fucking A this was the jam.[/INDENT]
Lunch
[INDENT]This is where some poor decision making happened. I wanted to go to St. Johns, kana wanted to eat a burrito at chipotle. She reasoned that this would be the closest to a real burrito she could get (incorrectly of course. It was exactly like a burrito you would get in Cali if you made the mistake of going to a chipotles). "No problem" I thought to myself, "we'll go to chipotles, Kana will order her boring, boring, 'healthy' burritto, and I will nip around the corner and drink a few pints of the warm flat stuff. Then we will go to St. Johns where I will eat marrow and madeleines".

Of course when we got to St. Johns the kitchen was closed and the baker wouldn't make madelines because he was up to his eyes in orders from those who had just ordered lunch. Still though I had a few pints of good beer and ate some sort of current pastry that was fucking good so I got a little less angry at the world.[/INDENT]
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Then we went back to the airport and came home. The end.

wtf is a sando?

It is the diminutive form of 'sandwich'. Slightly less shitty Californian than 'sammie' but not by much.

i see it now. and i feel foolish.

Me too. God I hate the way I fucking talk.
I should >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> to the elocution thread.

Yeah, move to London and get a pwoper accent. :)

My English accent is based on television :(

Sanger would be the correct vernacular, FYI

Sarnie or gtfo.

Broodje ftw.

^the only way that could be more wrong would be if you cut the sandwiches into rectangles instead of triangles as well.

Still though I had a few pints of good beer and ate some sort of current pastry that was fucking good so I got a little less angry at the world

That was probably an Eccles cake. The St John ones are very, very good. Stuffed full of currants.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eccles_cake

sambo.

or is that not cool?

We can't say sarnie in the midlands, the arrrrr would make is sound dopey, sanger gets around this delicate issue

^^^ You cut your sandwiches in triangles? O_O

That's how they're cut naturally in the wild (Waitrose)

Its a buttie, you twerps

I like big butties etc