I've never been to Ireland, but I can attest to the tastiness of English and Scottish pub food. It's not fancy, but it's yummy.
Hey, don't worry about it. Nest full of vampires, you come get me, okay. Box full of puppies, that's more of a judgement call.
Jonathan ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Natter 36: But We Digress...
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Jessica - Jul 11, 2005 4:25:46 am PDT #8548 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
msbelle - Jul 11, 2005 4:27:59 am PDT #8549 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
so tempted to do my morning commute as a jackass R. Kelly song, but I will spare you all.
Mondays are hard. My brain does not seem to have any ability to recall what was going on on Friday.
Tom Scola - Jul 11, 2005 4:29:09 am PDT #8550 of 10001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
Have you been to the Chip Shop on Atlantic Avenue yet? Their menu includes deep-fried candy bars. (They also have a deep-fried Atkins bar for people on a diet).
Jessica - Jul 11, 2005 4:30:40 am PDT #8551 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
I've walked past it several times, but never gone in. You really have to be in the mood for deep-fried Snickers, you know?
(And now I'm going, wait, Atlantic? Are there two? I only know about the 5th Ave one. And the van.)
Tom Scola - Jul 11, 2005 4:32:42 am PDT #8552 of 10001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
Yeah, they opened a second one. Here's the menu: [link]
Jessica - Jul 11, 2005 4:34:50 am PDT #8553 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Ooh, that's much closer to me. Yay!
Fred Pete - Jul 11, 2005 4:37:40 am PDT #8554 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
Happy Birthday, Abby!
Some of the best food I've ever had was in Ireland.
I'll second that, and Hubs will third. We think it's the ingredients -- far fresher (for example, many fewer preservatives) than are most generally available in the States.
The British Isles also know how to swipe the best in ethnic cooking. One of the best meals I've ever had was a chicken curry in a pub in a village (whose name I've unfortunately forgotten) in County Kildare.
I could also rave all day about treats (soft drinks, candies, cookies, desserts) in the British Isles and on the Continent (or at least the little of it I've seen, which is basically Paris and some of its environs). But I'll limit myself to this -- a couple we know visit Ireland regularly (she's fron Kildare, and most of his family lives around here) and have asked me if we'd like them to bring us back something. We ask for a few cans of Lilt, a truly scrumptious citrus-based soda.
Cashmere - Jul 11, 2005 4:39:17 am PDT #8555 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Now I want a deep fried candy bar. I blame you people.
sarameg - Jul 11, 2005 4:40:24 am PDT #8556 of 10001
Chips on a buttered roll? Huh. That just sounds nasty to me.
I've got weird bruises on my hands. Not sure how I did that. Probably cleaning yesterday. But weird.
§ ita § - Jul 11, 2005 4:42:48 am PDT #8557 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
We ask for a few cans of Lilt, a truly scrumptious citrus-based soda.
The key to Lilt isn't the citrus -- it's the pineapple. I love it too. I prefer British chocolate bars to their US analogues, hands down. I also have a tremendous weakness for the Mr. Kipling's apple pie. Their mince pies are not to be ignored, either -- I heartily second Fred's assessment of the treats.
A co-worker of mine was complaining about British food the other day, especially the hotdogs and pizza. I rolled my eyes aggressively at him, and then he mentioned Indian food -- I dared him to say that had sucked in London, and he couldn't.