I'm not gonna lie - there's a lot of truth in that title. Or maybe I just grew up in a family that was deciding where dinner would be before we even started on lunch. But it's not just about the need for tasty treats, but more so the memories that get connected to those foods that end up sticking with us for years to come. So I figured why not share some of our favorite morsels from London & Paris and the memories we made at those meals. Today we'll chat London, tomorrow Paris.
Our first London meal was at a pub called The Castle on Portobello Road. Now I've eaten fish & chips many times. Mostly at the England pavilion in Epcot. But its still fried fish and french fries. But my first taste of the real deal? Even better. Probably because there was rosemary in the breading.
Let's pause here for a minute and talk about smashed peas. What kind of society feeds on baby food? As adults. It was tasty after all, but it was a little too Gerber for my taste. Forever when the little jar of mashed peas make an appearance, I'll remember this meal. Fondly. Take a peek of the menu - it was a little more "refined" than some of the other pubs we tried out.
We had desert down the road at a Wafflemeister. Not sure if these are just in the UK, but this was my first run-in. Literally a waffle. With ice cream. Potentially with Nutella.
Yeah. So this is awesome. And I can totally make this at home. Except I haven't bothered to try. But since my mouth is watering looking at the pictures, this weeks menu is going to include a homemade version. Done & done.
While shopping in London, we stopped at the Leicester Arms Pub in Picadilly. Another British staple was on our 'to-try' list that day. Meat pies. Andy tried a beef & ale pie, while I stuck with chicken & mushrooms.
Despite the beautiful look to these pies, they actually remind me of my childhood and $1 Stouffer's individual pot pies. But of course these tasted loads better. Remember my spiel about memories? This brings back the nights of taking orders from the family on their choice of beef, pork, or chicken and then putting fork holes in the top of each pie like a champ. And a non-talented chef was born.
Our third and final pub stop was at The Red Lion in Westminster. We climbed a super skinny and steep stairwell to find an even tinier table on the second floor. The food wasn't my favorite of the bunch. But it was good enough for Charles Dickens to hang out in - so it must be good enough for me.
Let's talk about snack foods for a minute. Even the candies that you recognize from home taste different. The chocolate is just smoother. Even the M&Ms are different colors. See?
Not only are the colors lighter, but there is a graininess in their colors. But good news. They eat just the same. But my favorite find?
It's way bueno. It's hazelnut and white chocolate goodness. If you run across a the British Sam's Club counter part, mail me a box or three. I made sure to grab a last minute one for the flight home.
Press pause on your tastebuds - we'll dish on Paris tomorrow (pun intended)!