In this 1945 essay, George Orwell writes that there is such thing as good English cooking (as distinct from food from other cultures prepared/sold/served in England), but the rest of the world doesn't know that, because you can't get good English cooking in a restaurant in England, only in a private home. Is that still true?
I tried steak-and-kidney pie at a British-themed pub in Florida once, BTW. The existence of such a dish does not speak well of England; I was still tasting it the next day, and not in any good way. Cornish pasties are good, though.
I tried steak-and-kidney pie at a British-themed pub in Florida once, BTW. The existence of such a dish does not speak well of England; I was still tasting it the next day, and not in any good way. Cornish pasties are good, though.
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