There's a very British chip shop by me that has curry on the menu. I wouldn't call it Indian. (especially considering they put the curry on top of the chips).
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Tom Scola - Feb 02, 2006 9:07:39 am PST #4548 of 10002
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beth b - Feb 02, 2006 9:09:17 am PST #4549 of 10002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
In Ireland most of the food I ate was bland. I put salt on things - which I never do here. Arond here most of the Irish pub food is tasty - but it is very meat and potato heavyAnd if y'all paid attentio to Alton - you would know that cabbabge does not have to smell like feet. But I'll just sit in the corner with Kat and eat cabbage. -- and cook your corned beeef in apple juice/cider - balances the salt quite nicely.
Kat - Feb 02, 2006 9:10:08 am PST #4550 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
I never picked up on that from a British POV.
Okay. But from what I've heard of the Irish point of view, Harp is decidely Irish and not British at all.
For example, if you order a black and tan and it's Guinness and Bass, it's sort of a sacrilege. It should, of course, be Guinness and Harp.
Ah, the embassy seal that firmly cemented Harp and Ireland in my head. Mainly because it was carved in stone in a building I went past daily for years.
kat perez - Feb 02, 2006 9:10:44 am PST #4551 of 10002
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Not as exciting as going shoe shopping with Kat P.
Well, you're already 90% to exciting fun times as soon as the shoes get in the mix. You'd have to go some to find company that could spoil it.
The last time I was in an Irish Pub (granted this was on the upper east side in NYC), I had lobster ravioli and a mimosa. It was good, but I fear not very Irish.
Lee - Feb 02, 2006 9:11:21 am PST #4552 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
What's wrong with cabbage? I like it.
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What she said. This is probably one of the foods I was happiest about being allergic to.
§ ita § - Feb 02, 2006 9:13:26 am PST #4553 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I wouldn't call it Indian. (especially considering they put the curry on top of the chips).
Dude, I'd call that gross.
I don't know--the Indian food I ate in England was foreign, the Harp was not (but the Guinness was). I can't explain why. It's just how it felt.
bon bon - Feb 02, 2006 9:15:09 am PST #4554 of 10002
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Plus the harp is a big deal in Ireland. IIRC the monarchy banned the Irish harp at some point. Not to mention black & tans.
edited to make clear: black and tans put Guinness and Harp together in my mind.
Jessica - Feb 02, 2006 9:17:55 am PST #4555 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Most of the really good pub food I had in the UK was Moroccan or Indian-ish. But it was nummy.
The only truly bad food we ate the entire trip was breakfast at the B&B in Scotland. Everything was over or undercooked and swimming in oil. (The next morning, we went out for breakfast, and the department store we found was only marginally better, but at least they had plenty of toast.)
Kat - Feb 02, 2006 9:20:19 am PST #4556 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
banning of black and tans is HARSH.
sarameg - Feb 02, 2006 9:20:59 am PST #4557 of 10002
I'm trying to remember where it was that put fries in the most random of dishes. It was a bit disconcerting.
Oh hell, I really can't remember. I just recall finding fries in my scrambled eggs, fries in pasta sauce, fries in pasta and cheese, served with chicken... well, it was either the CzechR, Russia, Hungary, Zambia or Zimbabwe. I can eliminate other places I've been because I remember the food as good.