I decide which foods are tasty, child

[RobertMewler]

jack shit?

I hope he has a stroke on the toilet

Ewwww, I didn't know he had a scat fetish.

 

[EraGodless]

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I'm sure he's more offended by how small the portion is than by the food itself.

tbf, it looks super gay and like shit. Living in Tex Mex area for damn near 30 years and even the pretentious douche hipster/foodies here would laugh at that piece of shit plate.

 

[Camel Clutch]

Greggs rules. It's a guilty pleasure but so many things from there are delicious. I go there literally twice a year but that's mostly because I don't want to look anything like Fat.

To your last point though, yes, the pictures of his own attempts at cooking show just what a tasteless zero peasant Fat is.

do you eat jellied eels? my british friend says he misses that. looks disgusting to me.

 

[Torque’sHeadBump]

Patrick probably got all giddy at the typical rube places in every one of those countries. I can see him now paying 30£ for a pizza in London at Pizza Express or Franco Manca. Fucking loser.

 

[guest]

do you eat jellied eels? my british friend says he misses that. looks disgusting to me.

I've never tried them and I never will. That's some "there's literally nothing else to eat" 19th century poverty foods.

 

[Joe_Cumia_Eats_HUMAN_SHIT]

American Pigman in London

 

[James Heffner]

"I've eaten Etheopian, I've eaten Italian, I've eaten English"

Are we sure he's talking about food here

i think he may be a cannibal.. this is just like when he said he grew up on a steady diet of george carlin..

 

[Mick_Mickerson]

I've never tried them and I never will. That's some "there's literally nothing else to eat" 19th century poverty foods.

This makes me want to try

It's an aphrodisiac, innit

 

[guest]

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This makes me want to try

It's an aphrodisiac, innit

I've had the traditional Cockney pie and mash. I had a mate, Lou, who was a proper East End geezer and he'd rave about it, kept telling me I "had to try it cos it's the bollocks." Eventually got me to go to his favourite place in Barking. It was...fine. Nothing special but not bad. A meat pie, mashed potatoes and a parsley sauce called "liquor." All just sort of bland. He was kind of pissed off at my indifferent reaction to it. He'd grown up on it so it had that nostalgic, comfort food factor for him. For me it was just a mediocre meal.

 

[Mick_Mickerson]

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I've had the traditional Cockney pie and mash. I had a mate, Lou, who was a proper East End geezer and he'd rave about it, kept telling me I "had to try it cos it's the bollocks." Eventually got me to go to his favourite place in Barking. It was...fine. Nothing special but not bad. A meat pie, mashed potatoes and a parsley sauce called "liquor." All just sort of bland. He was kind of pissed off at my indifferent reaction to it. He'd grown up on it so it had that nostalgic, comfort food factor for him. For me it was just a mediocre meal.

No one ever accused the Brits of being culinary masterminds.

The terrain just isn't hospitable to growing flavorful ingredients. The Brits figured out a solution though -- colonize places that are

 

[guest]

No one ever accused the Brits of being culinary masterminds.

The terrain just isn't hospitable to growing flavorful ingredients. The Brits figured out a solution though -- colonize places that are

Yeah, and until fairly recently (like the last 30 years or so) I think most Brits viewed food as fuel, something to consume so you could get on with other, more important things like work, sport or, yes, colonizing warmer climes.

There's no "bon appetit" in English. In fact our "bon appetit" is bon appetit.

"Enjoy your meal" is a very American saying. It still rankles me a bit when a waiter/waitress says it. Like don't tell me what to do. I'm less likely to enjoy it now you said that.

"Tuck in" is about as encouraging as it gets at a British table. "Get it down your neck" is a British working class saying that says a lot. Eat quickly and get back to work.

The Brits used to pride themselves on it. We weren't lazy Frogs or Dagos who took two hour lunch breaks and then needed a nap afterwards. No, by gum, we're English! We will shove this grey meat, unseasoned potatoes and overcooked vegetables into our mouths and take no pleasure in doing it, for there is work to be done!

It was all very Protestant but it did lead an island the size of Michigan to become the greatest Empire in modern history and the birthplace of parliamentary democracy, free market capitalism, and some of the best music and literature around.

Of course, that's all over now and we're decadent, postcolonial faggots who apologise for all that, and are free to indulge ourselves with the tastiest treats the rest of the world can offer.

 

[FurBurger]

Yeah, and until fairly recently (like the last 30 years or so) I think most Brits viewed food as fuel, something to consume so you could get on with other, more important things like work, sport or, yes, colonizing warmer climes.

I'm pretty sure that was just the aftermath of WW2 - everything got bombed to shit and a huge chunk of your menfolk (farmers, sailors, miners) died, meaning that just growing enough food or importing it became much harder. I think you guys had a running gag about "ask your grandparents when they first saw a banana" because exotic stuff like that just wasn't available. That lead to a generation of people used to eating mend-and-make-do wartime rations, and students learning to cook without non-English ingredients.

Prior to that you had all those weird English/Indian fusion recipes - Mulligatawny soup, Worcestershire sauce; as well as a bunch of spices imported from all over the colonies.

 

[guest]

I'm pretty sure that was just the aftermath of WW2 - everything got bombed to shit and a huge chunk of your menfolk (farmers, sailors, miners) died, meaning that just growing enough food or importing it became much harder. I think you guys had a running gag about "ask your grandparents when they first saw a banana" because exotic stuff like that just wasn't available. That lead to a generation of people used to eating mend-and-make-do wartime rations, and students learning to cook without non-English ingredients.

Prior to that you had all those weird English/Indian fusion recipes - Mulligatawny soup, Worcestershire sauce; as well as a bunch of spices imported from all over the colonies.

Rationing definitely played a part. I remember my grandfather, who was well-off before, during and after the war, relishing things like butter and bacon, even in his 80s. It was like he was afraid that access to them might suddenly be taken away again. But I meant more in the old national attitude to dining. The aristocrats might've enjoyed 5 course dinners but most of the country viewed extravagant meals as sinful or suspect, unless there was a reason for it, Christmas or whatever. Even if you read stuff written at the height of the empire, Conan Doyle or Dickens for example, any mention of food is usually a perfunctory aside, "Holmes sent down for some cold chops for his supper" etc, just a reminder that the character needed to eat occasionally like anyone else.