Well, we’re here in England, in a nice country hotel after stuffing ourselves with cheese and wine in the little restaurant downstairs. We’ve just been through two days of wedding celebrations for Heather’s sister. I have to tell you these Brits know how to eat and don’t seem to stop. Ever.
After two days of what seemed like either eating or waiting to eat we decided that all we needed for dinner was a light snack or perhaps a small bowl of soup. The hotel staff seemed a bit confused when we asked for something light. Finally we suggested that some cheese and crackers would do.
So they brought out the wine list and the desert menu. I am still trying to figure out why cheese is on the desert menu, but we ended up with what we wanted – a bit of cheese and a few crackers (well very few crackers, I think it was five). The wine was a bonus and so was the cappuccino and the sorbet.
I was impressed that the waiter not only knew my accent was from America, but could narrow it down to California. We did return the complement and correctly noted that the waiter was Italian, based on his accent. No idea why an Italian waiter decided to work at a English country hotel.
That’s the first report from this green and pleasant land. A full report on the wedding and our travels after I wake up from this weekend’s food coma.
Till next week,
Andrew
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