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Off The Hook, Kidlington, Oxfordshire   Leave a comment

 

Last Thursday was another unseasonably warm and sunny one in Oxford so I headed up the canal path for a bit of a run.  The podcast I was listening to ended at about 40 minutes and I took the first road thereafter into Kidlington to find some nourishment and a bus back to the labs.  The piece of cod from Off The Hook with just a little more than a splash of vinegar and no additional salt was precisely the right answer to the quick lunch question.  Yum.

 

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Posted May 21, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in Fish and Chips, Food

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Family Cafe, Southend, Essex   2 comments

 

I left the Last Post planning on fish and chips by the beach but just outside the pub I spotted a pie & mash shop and opted, instead, for a small order of stewed eels with mash and liquor.  Reasonably certain this was a healthier choice, it also fortified me against the shitty weather.  I can’t believe this is not the nation’s choice for favourite street food.  I could have it daily if it was more available.

 

Posted May 5, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in Fish and Chips, Food

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Best Kebab Chicken Burgers van, Chipping Norton, Oxfordshire   1 comment

 

After the Red Lion, the rain diminished to a light mist and on my next pass through the centre I decided to stop for some supper at the BKCB van.  The döner meat was an unappealing beige colour but perfectly tasty.  I walked toward the Chequers (write-up soon) as I ate and was soon shadowed by a border collie gazing up at me with love and affection — beggar.  “Don’t be mean,” said a fellow who seemed to know this little tramp; he was right, as I had more than I should eat.

“It’s got chilli sauce on,” I warned as I held aloft the first of several bites we shared.

“Oh, he loves that.  Perhaps he’ll share some with me, as well,” said another fellow that knows the first.  Me and the dog finished our treat then joined the other two as we entered the pub.

 

 

Posted May 4, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in Food, Kebabs

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Kenton Kebab BBQ, Kenton, Middlesex   Leave a comment

 

The documentation photo (above) of the empty tray is not so much a testament to how good the kebab from Kenton Kebab House was but that I was so hungry that I wolfed down the rapidly freezing grease pie before I remembered to fire the shutter.  It was okay, mind, but only for ballast on a Sunday afternoon between trains when there were rough gastric seas made up of four pints from a four mile run and not any more palatable options to hand.

 

 

Posted April 30, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in Food, Kebabs

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Kebabland, Harrow, Middlesex   Leave a comment

Ran to Harrow to pick up some USD at a travel money pitch, then opted to enjoy the drizzle whilst hardening my arteries before heading home.  Kebabland, near the station, did the honours and, despite the industrially produced chips, it was a pretty good batch.  Decent chilli sauce comes from a stock pot on the stove not a squirt bottle.  Yum.

 

 

Posted April 5, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in Food, Kebabs

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But, Underneath It All A Man’s a Man Which Does Enjoy His Daily Sandwich   1 comment

 

HALLO, MATE!  The title of this post comes from the theme song for Alexei Sayle’s Imaginary Sandwich Shop (if you listen, my favourite is the eigth one about his cat — Wilf Mbanga — and Tim Peak: Astronaut Bastard).

In Holland, I got in the habit of eating a lot of sandwiches because it seems the Dutch have a small amount of cheese, bread, and meat at every meal or, at least, at breakfast.  Returning to the States where bread is an indigestible industrial by-product, I got out of the habit, again.  Jackie started us back into it after her temp job in Salzburg (where the local Black Rye should hold a Ministerial post); but, here in Britain we mostly haven’t sought out the better ingredients.  That ended on New Year’s Eve Eve with this bacon and egg sarnie:

 

bacon and egg sarnie at the start of the run

 

Returning from the day’s run, I surveyed the fridge bulging with holiday leftovers and stripped a ¼ pound of pork from a slow-cooked carcass, drenched it in hot sauce, and covered this with a large scoop of Vietnamese slaw.  Had to retrieve a fork from the kitchen to finish the bits that fell from the bread (good thing I served it in a bowl).

 

Pulled pork, hot sauce, and Vietnamese slaw

 

Tacos are kind of a Mexican sandwich, so they count in this endeavour.  We rounded off Day 1 of the Sandwich Experiment on a platter of haddock tacos with homemade guacamole.  Yum.  Here’s the spreadsheet of Sandwiches-To-Date:

 

 

The sandwiches listing inspired the following linguistics thoughts. In particular, PB&J is a staple in the US but not so much here (not in small part due to the foul, brownish spackling grout that passes for Peanut Butter in these isles — seek out some Jif or Skippy, if you can find it). That notwithstanding, I’ve listed mine here using the local dialect as “Peanut Butter & Jam.” What is known here as “Jam,” however, is what Americans call “Jelly” while “Jelly” here is any wobbly, gelatinous offence to the culinary arts involving gelatin such as that brand name item in the States called “Jello.” Americans also have “Jam,” but over here it is usually found labeled as “Conserves,” although sometimes “Conserves” still have enough of the original fruit’s recognisable structure to pass for what Yanks would label, “Preserves.”

So, I found that last paragraph interesting enough to write but still fear it is dangerously close to the sort of trite tome comparing Anglo/American use of words like “Pants.” But, there is still a rich trove of material to be had; for example, did you know that over here they recently started to use the word “Cunt” to describe that thing Americans call “POTUS”?

Back to the food, though.

 

 

The two photos, one each above or below this paragraph, were sandwiches I took for lunch at work: another pulled pork with slaw and a meatball hoagie with Fra Diavola sauce I made for some spaghetti.  I could continue, but I think the task of mocking Instagram food-photo uploads is done, already.

 

 

Daily was easy, in the end, and I wound up with several sandwich meals most days in January (29 for breakfast, 12 lunch, 2 dinner, and 4 snacks).  Sometimes, like tacos, there are more than one of a particular type (but these only count once for the particular meal).  I’ll update, again, either at failure-to-daily-sandwich or sometime before the end of the year.

Posted January 31, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in Food

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Chigwell Fish Bar, Chigwell, Essex   1 comment

The Chigwell Fish Bar was the third one I’d asked, “how long for a piece of cod?” over the course of the previous 10 miles but, while 7 minutes was the shortest answer so far, I wasn’t prepared to wait (especially for a £7 slice of fish).  I thanked him, anyway, and started to leave.  He waved a fryer utensil toward the display case.

“5 pieces of cod bites and chips for £5, ready now.”  Sold.  These pieces, on aggregate, were as big as a medium piece and quite delicious.  And, the chips were marvelous.  This was everything I would need for the final few miles.  Well, these and a beer….

 

 

Posted December 6, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in Fish and Chips, Food

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