London
September 20, - London
We arrived in London for only one day, which was a little silly but since we were flying on free air miles, beggars can't be choosers, and there could be a lot worse things than spending a day in London. As soon as we arrived we were starving and we dumped our luggage at the hotel and asked for a recommendation on a pub the served food. They point us at "The Hope" a dubious name but it's only about 100 steps from the hotel. The classic image of an English pub. Well worn dark wood bar and booths with an old tile floor and beautiful art nouveau tile work throughout the wainscoting of the bar. Classic, just the fantasy your mind would paint, complete with toothless old men and city workers drinking a pint at 7 AM. We walked in as as it was only about 11 AM they weren't really open for lunch yet, but we noticed that they kitchen staff had just deposited a delicious looking roast beef and roast pork under the heat lamp on the bar. We asked the girl behind the counter if we were too early for lunch. She say's yes, not until 12. With slobber coming out of our mouths we gazed longingly at the 2 big hunks of roast beef and pork that had just been deposited on the bar, and said "what about that? She say's "you want a sandwich?", "Oh yes please" was our response, holding back the torrent of slobber. "one beef and one pork please? She say's you want horseradish on the beef, and applesauce on the pork. OH YEA. Additionally she say's, do you want a sausage with that. I was a little confused by this but never one to pass up meat in tube form say "sure" and she disappears. 5 minutes later these two sandwiches appear on paper plates at our table. If you ignore the supermarket whole wheat bread, the sandwiches were great, especially with the beers we had ordered. Also the sausage that had ad first confused me, now made perfect sense dipped in the hot mustard provided. If you notice the pork sandwiches the 3 French fry looking things on the top of the sandwich, were in fact Cracklings (the cripsy skin and fat from the outside of the roast). You never see that in the US. Food porn for sure. Fantastic!
We arrived in London for only one day, which was a little silly but since we were flying on free air miles, beggars can't be choosers, and there could be a lot worse things than spending a day in London. As soon as we arrived we were starving and we dumped our luggage at the hotel and asked for a recommendation on a pub the served food. They point us at "The Hope" a dubious name but it's only about 100 steps from the hotel. The classic image of an English pub. Well worn dark wood bar and booths with an old tile floor and beautiful art nouveau tile work throughout the wainscoting of the bar. Classic, just the fantasy your mind would paint, complete with toothless old men and city workers drinking a pint at 7 AM. We walked in as as it was only about 11 AM they weren't really open for lunch yet, but we noticed that they kitchen staff had just deposited a delicious looking roast beef and roast pork under the heat lamp on the bar. We asked the girl behind the counter if we were too early for lunch. She say's yes, not until 12. With slobber coming out of our mouths we gazed longingly at the 2 big hunks of roast beef and pork that had just been deposited on the bar, and said "what about that? She say's "you want a sandwich?", "Oh yes please" was our response, holding back the torrent of slobber. "one beef and one pork please? She say's you want horseradish on the beef, and applesauce on the pork. OH YEA. Additionally she say's, do you want a sausage with that. I was a little confused by this but never one to pass up meat in tube form say "sure" and she disappears. 5 minutes later these two sandwiches appear on paper plates at our table. If you ignore the supermarket whole wheat bread, the sandwiches were great, especially with the beers we had ordered. Also the sausage that had ad first confused me, now made perfect sense dipped in the hot mustard provided. If you notice the pork sandwiches the 3 French fry looking things on the top of the sandwich, were in fact Cracklings (the cripsy skin and fat from the outside of the roast). You never see that in the US. Food porn for sure. Fantastic!
Pork sandwhich with Cracklins (so good!) and sausage
Great
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