SANDRA RETURNS TO LONDON
My
parents have been to neither London nor Paris, though, so I was in charge of
planning “Quintessential London” and “Quintessential Paris” tours.
Obviously, food played a major role in our experience of the local culture, so
here is a recap of all the goodies we had! I present to you: a multi-part series, my ode to London and Paris
food. (I actually originally wrote one
enormous entry but I figured no one would read it, so here is "London".)
From
the first meal we had on this vacation, I was already excited and impressed.
On our British Airways flight, they served chicken curry. I
couldn’t pass up an opportunity to have curry, and I was not
disappointed. The chicken was somewhere between a plain garam masala
curry and a chicken tikka masala curry, oddly. I loved it, obviously, but
my mom – not a fan of ethnic foods, sadly – was turned off so I ate half her
dinner. Yay for me, but boo to my mom for being a bad sport.
Our
first proper meal, sort of, in London was at Eat (similar to
Pret A Manger or Au Bon Pain). We were greeted by beautiful cloud-free
blue-skies, so we sat outside the Southbank Centre and enjoyed boxed take-away
chicken salad and tuna salad sandwiches and free WiFi. Turns out we
needed extra fuel because we planned to climb to the Golden Gallery of St.
Paul’s Cathedral, a whopping 528 steps.
After
catching our breath at the top and losing it again by taking in the
breathtaking views of London, we hustled down for a birthday dinner for my
sister. Dinner was at Pizza Express on Euston
Road. Pizza Express is, contrary to its name, not a fast food joint that
slings slices of pizza (duh, that’s only in New York!). It’s more of a
sit-down restaurant that serves gourmet personal pizza and pasta. Its
close proximity to our London dorms when I studied abroad means I have eaten
here a couple of times (and even more times at other Pizza Express
restaurants). We ordered a pizza with ham, olives, and mushrooms; pesto
chicken pasta; eggplant parmesan; and lasagna. Pesto chicken was my dish
of choice and just as delicious as I remembered, although not as pesto-y as I
remember: spiral pasta lightly dressed in pesto, with succulent chicken chunks
and slivers of red onion to provide a little kick. The pizza and lasagna
were decent, but the eggplant (aubergine) parmesan was great. The
eggplant was juicy, savory, cheesy, and tomato-saucy. I found myself
leaning over my sister’s plate to sneak bites of her eggplant.
The
next morning, we met up with my mom’s friend in South Kensington for
brunch. We ate at Comptoir Libanais, a Lebanese café. I
will be eternally grateful for this meal because I have never had Lebanese food
and it was particularly nice to experience something off the beaten path as
tourists. I had the full Lebanese breakfast which consisted of a hearty
plate of: labneh (tangy yogurt topped with olive oil and zaatar, or thyme),
fool mdamas (pureed chickpeas and beans, similar to hummus), halloumi cheese, a
fried egg, a spinach samboussek (similar to an empanada), and a load of pita
bread. I adored everything, not even exaggerating. The
labneh was my favorite. It reminded me of a good plain Greek yogurt, so
tangy and tart, but the addition of olive oil was a completely new and
eye-opening experience. I do love olive oil, particularly in exotic forms
like gelato and cookies….
That
rainy afternoon, we wandered through the Victoria & Albert Museum and then
made our way over to Harrods, the famous department store. I
didn’t go for the shopping though…no, I went for the food hall. Harrods
has an enormous food hall that sells everything from produce to meats to
cheeses to chocolate. My friends and I used to come here for the baked
goods like fruit danish and cheese foccaccia, which were reasonably priced at
around £1 each. I brought my family to Harrods so we could drool at the
beautiful displays of chocolate and savory bites under shiny glass cases. You too:
If that wasn't enough, we visited Fortnum & Mason down the road as well. Also a ginormous department store, they seem to specialize more in teas, coffees, and sweets. They also have a basement cellar for groceries, but you definitely get hit by a wave of luxuriousness and sugar when you enter. One of the things that endeared F&M to me is their penchant for organizing things in beautiful, neat rows. Seriously.
The next day, we had full English breakfast at The Other Side, a restaurant just down the block from our old residence. We always found the food to be dirt-cheap but pretty good, so I planned a traditional English meal for my family here. The Other Side’s version of the full English breakfast consists of: baked beans, loads of buttered toast, two sunny-side-up eggs, mushrooms, hash browns, a slab of ham, and a grilled tomato. I say their “version” because some other places go more hardcore with black pudding or sausage and other types of offal…. In another example of “my eyes are bigger than my stomach,” I was pretty full halfway through my plate. The food was great and exactly the same as I remembered, but it was just way too much.
Our last full day in London, we ate a quick breakfast in the hotel room (Muller yogurts and Tesco-brand cereal) to rush over to Buckingham Palace. After gazing upon Her Majesty’s glamorous abode, I was yearning for some traditional English pub food so we stopped at The Clarence in Westminster. We had fish and chips and a mushroom Wellington. My fish and chips were decent and satisfied my craving, but the mushroom Wellington was something spectacular. You could instantly smell that earthy, mushroomy aroma when you cut through the flaky crust of the Wellington. The whole package sat delicately (ironic for a big chunk of dough and mushroom) atop a mound of mashed potatoes. It was a really great find among the other typical pub foods.
For dinner, we went for a curry in Paddington. I was sorely
disappointed that my go-to Indian restaurant, Humaira Tandoori, no longer did
£6 all-you-can-eat Indian buffet, so we settled for a place near the hotel,
Mughal. The waiters were pretty inattentive and unintelligible. We
ordered a couple of papadum and a few basic curry dishes for my
less-adventurous parents. The meal was okay, not great. The curries
were very sweet, and the weirdly cloying sweetness masked the otherwise deep, rich
flavors of the curry spices. It was kind of satisfying as far as Indian
flavors go, but there was an oomph factor that was definitely missing. On
top of that, they charged us for the usually complimentary chutneys so I wasn’t
too thrilled.
The
next day, we had a day trip out to Oxford to send my sister to
uni(versity). After exploring the Covered Market for a bit, we had a fast
lunch at Pieminister, a small booth in the market that has meat
pies. The names of their pies are really cute, and they deliver what is promised.
I had a chicken mushroom pie. The filling was piping hot and creamy, but
lacked a strong mushroom taste. I liked the flaky, buttery crust.
My mom was raving about Pieminister, and my mom raving about anything is a good
thing.
...to be continued!
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