Crisps, Chips and Cottage Pies
You hear people joke about the food in England. How it’s…well, bad. I must say we were pleasantly surprised by the quality of food in Dorking, London and Kettering. Mostly because it was something different and, in many cases, something ethnic that isn’t easy to come by in Cayman. On our first day in England, we had to stay awake after a 22-hour journey to avoid getting jet-lagged. Our friend Debbie (you remember her from the bar dancing in NYC) knew just how to keep us moving.
Denbies Wine Estate in Dorking offers fantastic food, lovely wine and an outstanding view with your meal. We started with air dried Cumbrian ham and a celeriac remoulade. Debbie and Clark Kent both had the roast darne of salmon, char grilled asparagus with new potatoes and hollandaise. I settled on the pork fillet wrapped in parma ham with dates, soft polenta and a red wine and star anise reduction. Dessert was a chocolate teardrop with white chocolate mousse and raspberries.
When in England, you must have dinner down the pub at least once. In Dorking, that’s Watermill Inn.
Debz had the pita plate with hummus, tzatziki and a feta salad while CK went about as traditional as you can get with the ‘meat pie sampler.’ I was right behind him with my fish & chips. Dessert was this glorious apple crumble with cream. Mmm…
Once in London, we were on the hunt for anything that wasn’t American or Caribbean. Chinese food was high on the list. Luckily, after catching The 39 Steps at Piccadilly Circus we were able to walk the two blocks to Chinatown and grab a bite for dinner.
Chicken skewers, wonton soup, sweet and sour chicken and ginger beef noodles. Not super fantastic, but good enough to give us our ‘fix.’ The sake helped 🙂
Debbie knows I love me some German food, so when she met us in London for dinner I was super happy to learn she’d found us a bierhaus near the Tower of London.
The above dishes are meatballs with fried eggs and potato salad, jagerschnitzel and goulash with spatzle. To my delight, they even had Kleiner Feigling! I was instantly transported back to my high school days in Heidelberg when I used to buy 10 of those at the mini-mart and think I was ‘bad ass.’ Good stuff.
After the wedding in Kettering we headed back to London. We hadn’t had enough Indian food to suit us, so we stopped in at Memories of India in Kensington for one last hurrah. We started with some papadum followed by nan keema, balti lamb and murg curry.
And probably one of the most exciting culinary moments was when Clark Kent and I had our first macarons.
Okay, Jill. I now see what all the fuss is about!