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you may have occasion to ask a Londoner for directions to some of their famous tourist attractions..... (kudos to Dave Barry)
ME: Excuse me. Could you tell us how to get to Buckingham Palace?
BRITISH PERSON: Right. You go down this street here, then you nip up the wickershams.
ME: We should nip up the wickershams?
BRITISH PERSON: Right. Then you take your first left, then you just pop `round the gorn-and-scumbles, and, Jack`s a doughnut, there you are!
ME: Jack`s a DOUGHNUT?
BRITISH PERSON: Right.
rlindsa
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MISINTERPRETATION...
I was in a pub last Saturday night, and drank a few, and noticed two very large women by the bar.
They both had pretty strong accents, so I asked, "Hey, are you two ladies from Ireland ?"
One of them chirped saying, "It's WALES, you friggin' idiot!
So, I immediately apologized and said, "I'm sorry. Are you two whales from Ireland ?
That's pretty much the last thing I remember.
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It's inevitable in Britian. No wrong turns.
Seriously! And I'm not talking about what we Americans think of as bar food.
Have a pint and enjoy!
For some reason the subject line of your post reminded me of Eddie Murphy's SNL skit in which he sang "Wookin' Pa Nub"...
Brian Walsh
Central Fest is on Saturday, August 25th, and you're invited!
Maybe pubs today are more restaurant-like, but back in the Sixties at The Dew Drop Inn in Summertown or whatever-it-was-called on Woodstock Rd that had Carlings Black Label, lunch was a tray of sandwiches (with the crusts cut off the bread) on the bar or you could order Shepherds pie or the like. We no like.
Across the street was a Fish n Chips, wonderful, where 35 cents (2 and 6)was all that was needed or perhaps we went to the Dildunia for so-so Curry. Same price.
Best of all was to order out from wives of poorly paid Foreign grad students who home-cooked Indian, Lebanese, West Indian...you name it.
Hey, forgive me, you get old, you reminisce.
LIBERTY ONCE LOST,
IS LOST FOREVER
-JOHN ADAMS
There are exceptions to the rule, as always, and you found some. Yet in my experience with English relatives (my father was from Birmingham), in general better food was found in pubs than not. I have no idea about the last choice you mention, but it could easily be hit and miss...glad you liked it, though.
Brian Walsh
Central Fest is on Saturday, August 25th, and you're invited!
Eat haggis!
The equivalent of haggis here in PD areas, is hog maw. Simply sausage and onions and (if you've a gourmet twist, chopped apples, and cabbage, stuffed into a cow stomach.
A dish of death for me, but Golly Gee Wiz, it tasted so good. Enough fat and sodium to stop a horse's heart while in full gallop, but delicious. I was freaked out when I first heard of it. "Cow stomach?!!!"
Sheep's stomach and all of its innards, lungs, kiddlies, etc. is what Haggis is; poor folk food after the Lord of the Manor and his guests supped on the pig.
There are chefs in Britain taking traditional foods such as haggis and making gourmet feasts from the food-stuff that Brits have used to make rather tasteless food for centuries.
And then of course, the British equivalent of Indian food, curries and similar dishes, are more a British influenced cuisine than a true Indian cuisine. Another food that is walking death for me.
WAAAAAAH!
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I haven't been to Scotland but have been as far north as Durham, which is just about there. What a dreary yet interesting place. On the other hand, the Lake District, which normally is overcast and hence a bit dreary, had some sun and was spectacular! I'll not forget that, nor the very nice dinner my dad and I had at Grasmere.
I tend to prefer the cuisine of the country I'm visiting rather than ethnic foods of other lands. One notable exception was what may have been the best Italian food I've ever tasted, while in Tokyo! The lasagne was complex, melt in your mouth, super flavorful, you name it. My God, that was good! Oh, I think I'll go console myself with a piece of that super super sharp cheddar!
I might have a hard time with haggis, but like you, if I didn't know what I was eating I'd probably like it!
Brian Walsh
Central Fest is on Saturday, August 25th, and you're invited!
Yow Oafisha Pest, Spake they Ainglish.
The last time I asked a lady about "nippin' up the wickershams" I got my face slapped.....
Jim
Simplify.
Edits: 07/27/12
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