in the UUUU-KAY

So.. we land... master the tube.. checkin to our hotel and and venture off into the streets of London in search of a proper fish and chips lunch. After a short 10 minute walk we happen upon a traditional pub --what better way to take in the local culture?

(NOTE: From what we have learned thus far in our anthropological excursion, it appear that in the UUU-KAY it is a customary practice for you to seat your own bloody rump at a table. Furthermore, in a pub, you have no waitstaff to coddle you.. it is up to you to discover the menu and place you order at the bar yourself.)

ahem.. I digress...

So fast forward 10 - 15 minutes... we are pleasantly surprised to learn that the wait staff will actually bring your meal to your table. (We were actually anticipating a shot from the barkeep to collect our meals). To our surprise the meal was exceedingly well prepared and equally delish. It included...

- chicken strips with a thai chili dipping sauce
- toasted goat cheese, served on a bed of greens
and of course never to forget...
- chips (that's french fries for you yanks)

We were thoroughly entralled with our meal, savouring each delectable bite. Proud of ourselves for figuring out that a dash of malt vinegar turns an otherwise too sweet british catsup into good ole ketchup. Did mention the refreshing lemon fanta that accompanied my meal... again.. I digress.

As I took healthy bite of my 2nd chicken strip, I glanced brief at Vee who had the distinct look of frozen horror and utter disblief stamped on her face. (those of you with weak stomach, I suggest you log off now)....Immediately I began to scrap the contents of my mouth into a napkin as I questioned with my eyes and a muffled mumble, "what? what? what is it Vee? What did you see". To which she replied, "oh hell no"

Needing no further explaination I immediately grabbed my Prada bag and headed to the bar to demand the check followed closely by Vee who was making her way across the pub booths strategically not allowing her Enzo Angolini boot to touch the pub floor.

Only when we reached the security of the register did I dare ask for the full story.....

... to be continued (being chased out by management)

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~ Butterrfly