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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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2017: Year in Review   Leave a comment

Everyone does an End-Of-The-Year retrospective and I almost always do, too (here’s 2016’s review, for example).  Remember, this blog is about pubs and running more than anything else and most of what remains is primarily adolescent humour.  With that caveat, I bring you the Year 2017 In Review:

The Running Year 2017 (painfully detailed post to follow) was only salvaged in the last 1/3 of the year despite an initially strong start.  I started training for the Siracusa Marathon which had been cancelled at the last moment in 2016 and which was again cancelled this year nearly 3 months before it was scheduled to run.  Shit.  However, this left me in pretty good shape for tackling the London Outer Orbital Path mostly in May (while Jackie was Stateside), averaging more than 6½ miles per day and one week over 90 miles.

But, a prolonged respiratory infection hit me the first week of June (lingering for another week and with a relapse mid-July) and a spot of cancer related depression thereafter pushed my weekly mileage down significantly.  I had only managed to hit 1000 miles for the year by mid-August.

Fortuitously, I came into possession of a block of hash and a few very oily buds of home grown pot and, with their help and guidance, rediscovered the joys of hard training with no specific goal.  Well, one specific goal: I decided to try to salvage the annual mileage with a modest 1600 by year’s end, upping that to 1800 as it became clear 1600 was going to fall easily, eventually ending on 2022.  Now, if I hadn’t already blown through the weed I might target some real mileage for 2018.

So, running was all personal this year and that made it a good thing.  No races.  No hashing.  No GHAD.  Just finishing the London A to Z Runs, the London Outer Orbital Path, the Holiday Run Streak, and starting the TfL Run Project with 267 pub stops for the year in the midst of runs (and, 322 total, bringing the grand total to 2038).

Pub details (especially write-ups)

Pubs by month
16   Jan
17   Feb
20   Mar
11   Apr
74   May
12   Jun
19   Jul
23   Aug
30  Sep
28  Oct
40 Nov
32 Dec

Other good write-ups (reverse chronological order under the subheadings):

Favourite Pub visits:

The Woodman, Birmingham (pub #2000)
The Charlie Chaplin, Elephant & Castle (atmosphere)
The Queens, Crouch End (stunning)
The Victoria Tavern, Plaistow (atmosphere)
The Harp, Covent Garden (beer curation)
The Britannia, Plaistow (drunken conversation)
The Land of Liberty, Peace & Plenty, Chorleywood (damn near perfect pub)
The Marquis of Granby, New Cross (weird encounter)
The Old Oak Tree, Southall (whorehouse as revealed at the Lamb, shortly thereafter)
The Pineapple, Lambeth (not a half-bad local this close to Waterloo)
The George, Isle of Dogs (trying to convince a middle-aged guy he’s still fuckable)
The Wattenden Arms, Kenley (surreal art criticism)
The Sir Julian Huxley, Selsdon (foul-mouthed grannies)
The Tiger, Homerton (rare to find a hipster joint so hip)
The Duke’s Head, Crayford (almost too hospitable)
Dive Bar, Hull (they gave me too much change!)
Wm Hawkes, Hull (dark and awesome, despite fucking up my order)
The Rising Sun, Mill Hill (Grade 1 Listed)
Grim’s Dyke Hotel, Harrow & Wealdston (stunning former home of WS Gilbert)
The Queen’s Head, Limehouse (maybe gone by now, but as local as they come anymore)
Ye Olde Greene Manne, Rickmansworth (more encounters with nutters)
The Castle, Holland Park (architecture and hopelessly incompetent staff)
Lavin’s Bar, Hanwell (another psycopath encounter)
The Bull, Iver (for the local day drinkers)
Tap Social, Oxford (awesome microbrewery and tap room)

Other Events:

TfL Run Project (ongoing)
Beaujolais Nouveaux Day
Socialism 2017
Notting Hill Carnival (August Bank Holiday)
Mets vs Capitals Baseball
Nunhead Cemetery
Anti-Tory March and Rally (Not One Day More, July)
My First UK Vote
My Trip To Hull (many good posts)
Shakespeare’s Globe for “Nell Gwynn”
Taping of Have I Got News For You
Anti-Trump Rally at the US Embassy

Food and Feasting, mostly Recipes:

Vodca Sméar Dubh (Blackberry Vodka)
Tom Collins Obit
Feast of St Arnold
Hot Dogs
Treasures From Trumpministan
Yellow Peril Dandelion Wine
Angostura Tinted Martinis
Iron Duke Punch
Limping Lotta’s Banana Muffins
Tafel Spitz (Viennese boiled beef and stuff)
Chateaux La Limace et Le Gaz Hilarant (Drunken Bunny Cabernet)
Tamarinds (also, growing them)
A Week Of Haggis
Lyme Bay Mead (gift from workmates)
Winter Solstice Mead (another Drunken Bunny brewing attempt)
Colonel EH Taylor Small Batch Bourbon (gift from a lab visitor)
Best Kebab: Streatham Kebab, Fish and Chips House
Best Fish: The Carp & Trout, Hampton Hill

Previously Unwritten Recipe:

Basil & Grape Cocktail (from a food section article in The Guardian): makes 2 (these were really refreshing at the end of Summer)

Put these in a blender and blitz:
3 shots of good gin (I know, I know … all gin is good gin)
16 chilled green, seedless grapes
12 basil leaves
2 tsp sugar
juice of a lime

Pour into a shaker with ice, shake vigourously, and strain over 6 FROZEN grapes in each of two glasses. Garnish with one more basil leaf in each.  Yummy.


Obits (note, Tom Collins Obit in Food, above):

Robert Blakely, designer of the Fallout Shelter sign
Unnamed Person’s Wake at the Red Lion, Southall
Bill Simonsick (one of the few truly great Americans I have known and loved)
Bruce Langhorne (one of Dylan’s inspirations and dead ringer for my cousin, Chuck)
Lord Snowdon (trivia topic at the Sportsman, Croxley Green)
Tommy McDermot (late of the Old Crown in Hayes)


Best Ludicrous Posts:

Be Careful Of Your Dreams Coming True
Unfortunate Business Name
The Man Cave, Oxford
Party On, Wayne
The D.H. Lawrence Car Hire, Sudbury
A to Z Run W for Women
Jello Biafra/Dead Kennedys Tribute
A to Z Run U for Udders
New Cds From Notting Hill Market
Julie’s In The Drugs Squad
A Cancer On The Presidency
D90B (Drunken Bunny version of P90X)
NOT a Fetish Bar
Post to President Bannon
Trumpageddon…Inauguration Day

What an absolute bastard year.



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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The Royal, Boston Manor, London   2 comments

Pub #2017:

I was on the Piccadilly section of the Hounslow to Richmond TfL Run but only had a cup of coffee for breakfast.  Averaging 16 miles per day for the last several while maintaining my normal caloric intake finally caught up to me and I went into a Harvester (The Royal, in the Boston Manor area) for some lunch.

There was no one at the front so, after waiting a couple of minutes, I ignored the “Wait For Seating” sign and headed to the bar where I waited another 5 minutes until this Indian guy finished his cigarette, came in, walked past me looking at the corners of the ceiling in the opposite direction from where his gaze might fall on me, then disappeared into a room behind the bar.  What a dick.

A couple of more minutes later, a chubby kid emerged and took my order.  The burger that eventually came was dry and hard to chew.  The upholstery on the booth seats had stains and other filth.

The beer was good.

Someone is selling Christmas Trees out front, too.  They probably taste about the same as the burger I had.


Posted December 5, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in Pubs

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Station Fish Bar, West Ham, London   1 comment


This may not have ACTUALLY been as good as it seemed, but I could easily have eaten three of the large portions of cod at the Station Fish Bar.  Tasty and cooked to perfection, I’m sure I’ll give it another try when I’m less biased (and, possibly, less drunk).

I have to get back into the habit of eating during these long runs…after this bit of fat/carb/protein/salts I was like a new man.  Granted, one built in a shoddy factory, but new.



Posted December 4, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in Fish and Chips, Food

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Charcoal Grill, Hornchurch, Essex   Leave a comment


It’s good when you recognise that you’ve had too much to drink early enough to stanch it with protein, fat and carbs.  Directly across from the Railway Hotel, I did so at the Charcoal Grill with an order of ‘meat and chips,’ smothered in a surprisingly good chilli sauce.


Working on your gut microbiome?


The meat chilled in the cold wind pretty quickly as I walked a bit of my planned route for the day but this batch didn’t seem as greasy as a lot of these I’ve had in the past (and there have been a lot).  Moreover, the chips were divine.  I now felt capable of downing one more beer for the ride home!



Posted November 26, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in Food, Kebabs

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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.


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

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