NFRC: Heading to London for a month

Apparently, “Sunday Roast” is a thing here, so I opted to try one at a restaurant inside the train station next to my hotel: The Betjeman Arms.

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The big Ascot hat-looking thing on the top is Yorkshire pudding. It was actually good, considering I thought it would be very eggy. It wasn’t. The edges were crispy, yet airy. Odd but in a good way. It came with a bunch of veggies underneath the Yorkshire pudding and meat slices: hispi cabbage (a Mary Berry thing and on almost all meals I’ve seen), carrots, potatoes, celery root and “lashing of gravy.”

Aye, me matey!

I caused a bit of consternation when I asked if they could wrap up the “other two-thirds” of my meal that I couldn’t finish. Turns out they don’t do take-away boxes, so I told them that was okay. A sous chef came out and asked if foil was okay and I said YES! It was tasty and it was expensive and I have room in my hotel mini bar, next to the obscenely priced wine, beer, candy, chips, and booze.

Sunday Roast: Done and done.

Then I had dessert by soaking up Millais, Sargeant, Waterhouse and Rossetti at the Tate Britain.
I saw lashing of gravy and thought, oh, another one of those weird sayings you have to be local to understand.
 
Oh…okay, I looked back at the menu and that is listed with the Sunday roast: Chicken.

So, per BBC, bread sauce:
 
Tomorrow, at an obscenely early time, I’m off for my “I think I’ll pop over to Paris for day” day.

Eurostar at 6:01 AM (I have to be there at 5:00 AM for Customs and passport control)
then…
Sainte Chapelle
Louvre
Notre Dame
then…
Eurostar back to London for a nightcap and possibly hydrocortisone (due to walking over 100 miles so far, resulting in a vicious attack of exercise-induced vasculitis, AKA Disney Rash, AKA Golfer’s Rash)

Bon voyage, mes amis.
 
Tomorrow, at an obscenely early time, I’m off for my “I think I’ll pop over to Paris for day” day.

Eurostar at 6:01 AM (I have to be there at 5:00 AM for Customs and passport control)
then…
Sainte Chapelle
Louvre
Notre Dame
then…
Eurostar back to London for a nightcap and possibly hydrocortisone (due to walking over 100 miles so far, resulting in a vicious attack of exercise-induced vasculitis, AKA Disney Rash, AKA Golfer’s Rash)

Bon voyage, mes amis.
But shopping!! Where is the shopping in this plan?
With that adventure, I can really help.
 
Oh…okay, I looked back at the menu and that is listed with the Sunday roast: Chicken.

So, per BBC, bread sauce:
Well. That is something completely new to me. Thanks.
Have fun in Paris.
 
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