Food London

London’s Calling

My favorite traditional London treat. A dyslexic (note the name) Beef and Kidney Pie, complete with mashed potatoes and a deep gravy, all of which warmed us up outside at the Burroughs Market.
My favorite traditional London treat, a dyslexic Beef and Kidney Pie, complete with mashed potatoes and a deep brown, very rich gravy — all of which warmed us up outside at the Burrough Market.

Sustainable meat. In fact, food with a conscience everywhere. No shock, but London was not a food town when I left in '73. A few sad brussels spouts and a butcher, solid Indian food and fish and chips. That was it. Now, good food is everywhere.
Sustainable meat above,fish to the right.  In fact, food with a conscience is everywhere. No shock, but London was not a food town when I left in 40+ years ago. The produce section? A handful of  sad brussels sprouts next to a few shrunken green beans. Yes, there were fish ‘n chips, served in a paper cone with malt vinegar, and solid Indian food. But that was it. Now, London is exploding with tasties, including oodles of farmers markets. Some food is cheap, and I look forward to trying a 4 quid Roti, but much of it’s too pricy for me, including the $114 Clay Pot Duck at Craft that tempts (but not enough).

london fish

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Last time I was in London was for 3 months in 1973. I emerged from the the underground, along with hoards of Brits wearing bowler hats, swinging their umbrellas ahead of them in unison.

Taken outside the Tate Modern. Easy to spot the typically gloomy day; you can almost feel the cold damp weather through the picture.                                                       
Taken outside the Tate Modern. Easy to spot the typically gloomy day; you can almost feel the cold damp weather through the picture.

Yes, I was there, too 

An’ you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
And after all this, won’t you give me a smile?
I never felt so much a’ like a’like a’like
— London’s Calling, The Clash