In North America, our chips are British crisps. And British chips are North American fries. I know, it sounds wack, but once you wrap your head around chips, crisps and fries; you’re pretty much set (only kidding!).
For our first meal/ dinner, dad wanted to have British classic fish & chips. So nearby Trafalgar Square, we had an early dinner at Fish & Chipper (we didn’t do any research to which restaurant was outstanding/ recommended for f&c). A small restaurant in a busy-touristy area, there are about 5 tables outside and maybe 10 inside (tables seating 2-3).
I learned a lot of things about London in general, while eating there. 1. Most kitchens are downstairs or in the restaurant’s basement. London has 11-12 million people in population and that’s a lot of people, considering the amount of space. 2. Washrooms, or toilets (English people prefer this term) are also located downstairs. Lack of space and other factors obviously contribute to this. But it’s really different from North America.
I was already thinking of the weeks I would be away from home. And that means, not having enough fruits and vegetables in my diet. So being the person that I am, I decided to go “healthy” and stick with a chicken caesar salad. There was too much dressing and I felt like my lettuce was drenched in sauce. Dad and D had fish with chips; cod and haddock.
Mom had calimari and she was chewing on them forever. I guess we should have stuck with plain old f&c.
I’ll be blogging about more foodie related posts about my recent visit to London and Paris. Stay tuned and happy reading! : )
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