On a visit to the UK I spent an afternoon in Lowestoft, a beach resort in the south. Living abroad it’s easy to forget the quintessential brit feed, aka, fish and chips. Sadly the Europeans no longer let us present it properly anymore. Instead of yesterdays Sun it’s plopped into a polystyrene box with plastic fork and “hygiene wipes”.
I suspect they thought the newspaper print was unhealthy, we may end up reading it. Politicians would probably be horrified to think their bad news is delivered with our dinner. The paper did a great job of mopping up the fat, presumably this was a good thing because I don’t remember seeing as many fat people 20 years ago. Instead family “supper boxes” are placed into a sterile plastic bag (untouched by human hands god forbid).
Take 10 steps away from the restaurant and the whole sweaty mess has coagulated and would look more familiar on the end of a trowel. Thus the Europeans win a coup, at last it can be said with all honesty that traditional British food is shite. Our bent bananas have been straightened and our pork sausages actually have more than 5% meat in at last.
Returning home to the UK is always a pleasure but now we can get BBC anywhere on the planet leaving it is far less painful. We did find one fish and chip shop in Lowestoft worth visiting. I can’t say how their take away is presented but the restaurant was superb, definitely not infected with the Europeans opinion of how British food should look, taste or what it should be made of. Perhaps there’s a clue in the restaurants name “Aphrodite”. Having once lived in Cyprus I remember the Goddess of Love, Sex and Beauty and Cypriots enviable DILLIGAF attitude to authority, thank goodness!
