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Smarts, Witney, Oxfordshire   Leave a comment

 

Ah, lunch in Witney at the bus stop, waiting with the old age pensioners and mental patients for a bus toward Oxford, in Autumn, after a long run, and a pint at the Eagle Tavern.  Life doesn’t get much better than this.  And, the fish from Smart’s Takeaway was good, too.  I must be doing something right with my life.

 

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Posted November 2, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in Fish and Chips, Food

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Crumb’s Sandwich Bar, Abingdon, Oxfordshire   1 comment

 

Forget that the blurry photo looks like Mr Hanky on chips and onions.  Ignore that it took 15 minutes to cook when my bus was due in 10 (and, blessedly, 6 minutes late).  Dismiss the seemingly exorbitant price.  This was the best hunk of lamb and chips I’ve had in a couple of years.  Thank you, folks at Crumbs (I can’t decide if it is plural or possessive).

Oh, it BECAME Mr Hanky the next morning.

 

 

Posted October 27, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in Food, Kebabs

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Tasty Kebab, Kilburn, London   1 comment

 

What remaining digestive debris was left from preparing for a colonoscopy had been irrigated away during the procedure by the tube the non-fantasy (no fault of their own) medical techs had snaked up my back passage.  Neither the Beefeater pub (aka, the Travellers Rest) nor the Cock — both of which advertise food — were serving solids.  I was pretty desperate.

How desperate?  Tasty Kebab seemed an apt name right down to the last couple of bites at which point I realised it is actually kind of dreadful.  I ate as I walked around Kilburn and, as I was polishing off the last morsels, spotted the Queen’s Arms and dashed in to try to dissolve the layer of grease left behind.

 

 

Posted October 18, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in Food, Kebabs

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Fisherman’s Hut, Shepherd’s Bush, London   1 comment

“Small cod, please,” I request although the smallest on the menu the Fisherman’s Hut is “medium,” knowing that I’ll get the same piece if I ask for medium but will pay £1.50 more for it.
“Small fish and chips, yes, okay.”
“No, no chips. Just the fish.” He frowns at the failed upsale.

“Salt and vinegar?” I just want the vinegar but it is easier to just nod. He covers the fish in a desiccating layer of salt then shakes the vinegar so that no more than three droplets hit. He starts to wrap.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. More vinegar, please?”

“More?” he replies incredulously.
“You know, to cut the fat. And, also enough to taste.” He puts a second layer of salt on while I try to interrupt, “no no no…no more salt.” Looking at the white mound, “for fuck’s sake.” He wipes down the fish with some napkins that come off with a greasy paste of salty fat.  Yum.

“Vinegar?”
“Yes. Please.” He squirts a tiny stream.

“Can you wrap that open?” He nods yes then double wraps it,closed, and puts it in a bag.

I thank him, take it out of the bag, un- and re-wrap it open at one end and ask if I can borrow the vinegar shaker. He puts both salt and vinegar on the counter. I push the salt away and flood the fishy pillowcase with vinegar and walk down the road leaving an oil-acetate spoor.

 

 

Posted October 7, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in Fish and Chips, Food

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Notting Hill Carnival 2017   Leave a comment

 

We went to the Notting Hill Carnival to drink beer (check), listen to loud music (check), look at mostly undressed folks (check-a-roonie), and to eat some Carribean food (check).

 

 

I didn’t take a lot of photos after the crowd grew almost unmanageable so this is what you’ll get from this page (apologies, but just image search “Notting Hill Carnival 2017” and you’ll find whatever it is you think you want).

 

We weren’t as drunk as the Iggy Pop looking mofo, above, but not because we didn’t give it the ol’ college try.  His dance was really not as impressive as the copper whose video turned up viral this morning.

 

 

While the crowd probably contained every black person within 500 miles, this is London so (despite racists moaning about being overrun) it was a fairly pale shade, overall.

 

 

I was excited to find an ornate VR postbox (my effort to prove myself the whitest guy at the Carnival, according to Jackie):

 

 

And, the home of one of the founding paraders:

 

 

The Grenfell disaster weighed on everyone’s minds and there were tributes to the victims throughout (and, miraculously, an actual minute of silence in this loudest of London parties).

 

 

That’s not why there was so much smoke in the next picture.  We imbibed in a modicum of hash before travel, but we could easily have sustained a contact high everywhere we went.  “Mahr-ree-wanna, mahr-ree-wanna…like the Bob Marley, mon,” intoned one street salesman as we pushed through a crowd.  That and the hundreds of jerk chicken and goat curry stands on almost every street left our clothing reeking of char.

 

 

The food was grand, too.  J had the goat and I had the chicken (contributing to the avian holocaust wherein more chicken is consumed in 2 days than in the whole rest of the London year).  I also had these numbers handed me on the Tube the day before:

16,000 coconuts
400 goats
15,000 plantains
70,000 litres of carrot juice
10,000 litres of Jamaican stout
25,000 bottles of rum.

I believe it.

 

Entrepreneurs in the neighbourhood rent out their toilets for £3 a go (£5 if you want to jump the queue).  The dry compost loos provided by the borough make it an understandable (if not justifiable) luxury.

 

 

The first and last — the Alpha and Omega, if you will — stands we saw were this troupe of God Botherers:

 

 

One of them — at the far left of the photo — gave me a leaflet with a long, preachy cartoon.  Distilled, below, are the bits I thought I could use here (but opted not to bother):

 

WP Fish X Chips, Acton, London   Leave a comment

 

The lunch special at MP Fish X Chips is cod bites and chips for 5 quid. I expected smaller bits and less fish overall so the large portions were a nice surprise. On the other hand, the place caters to yuppie tastes so the oil they used was a healthy alternative to beef drippings making for a most bland meal. Not worth a detour, but at least you could fill up.

 

Posted August 25, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in Fish and Chips, Food

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Ginny’s Pie & Mash, Plaistow, London   3 comments

 

Finally reaching Ginny’s after some wrong turns that went surprisingly right, I thought, “mmm, stewed eels with green liquor and chilli vinegar…living the dream, I am.”

 

 

Okay, the folks at the Lord Stanley were right: there ARE better batches of eels to be had but I don’t think they prepare them fresh here every day or at all.  Mine had to be thawed then heated to order (although the green liquor was fresh and tangy since they use it on the pie and mash that the other customers were demolishing around me).  Still, my biggest mistake was only ordering the bowl of 5 (10 come for a small increase in tariff).

 

Best conversation:

Pie and Mash woman 1: “I’m popping down the baker, do you want anything?”
Pie and Mash woman 2: “I’m starving. Bring us a sausage roll.”
Me, pointing around the kitchen: “Ahem…”
Pie and Mash woman 1: “Ooo, you get tired of pie and mash all day, every day.”
Me: “Fair enough.”

 

Posted August 21, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in Fish and Chips, Food

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