Here's some of what we ate in London. Not exhaustive of course since we lost some of our photos.
A delicious breakfast cooked by my friend, NS. I miss his soups.
I enjoyed the steak n kidney pie in my first London pub but this pub, next to the Garrick Theatre where we watched ALL The Fun AT The Fair, served pretty bad food based on the bangers and mash.
How did I find All The Fun At The Fair? Well, I sort of remember David Essex but my daughter doesn't and 15 minutes into the show she turned to me and said "Sri Insan (her high school) can do this!", slid down her seat, and slept.
The nachos were okay but how hard is it to not fix up a good nacho anyway.
A pork sandwich at Borough Market. Smelt so good. It was a windy and wet day and all that smoke and smell warmed us up. This was good but would've been better if we didn't add the applesauce which was sweet.
This Caribbean curry was 8 pounds, if I'm not wrong. I couldn't resist it, the whole Borough Market smelt of curry and I hadn't had curry for months. It was okay.
I'm not sure what this was but it was good, smooth and creamy.
While Yi went for Korean with her friend Effie, I was invited to a Chinese meal in Joy King Lau, Chinatown by friends Trevor & Janet. All three of us were watching our waistlines so I think Trevor ordered well. So many people have said the food in Chinatown's as good as (some say better, but I would not go that far) Hong Kong's and I agree.
Blanched kailan with oyster sauce, simple but so yummy.
An excellent dish of crispy fried noodles with seafood.
Ice cream from Amorino, excellent. Isn't that a beautifully crafted ice cream?
A rocket and lobster sandwich from Pret A Manger, a simple, affordable no-frills chain coffeeshop-restaurant.
I've wanted to try cornish pasty for a long time. I think pasties are the giant original version of our Malaysian curry puff.
The beef and stilton pasty. Verdict: something I'll eat only if I'm down in the coal mines.
This was really delicious, stewed beef brisket and noodles in a wonderfully flavorful, tasty soup. NS' wife recommended Wong Kei, a Hong Kong-style restaurant that's been around for a long time.
Roasted duck noodles. Not as good as the beef noodles. I think these bowls of noodles were about 4.50 to 5 pounds each, very inexpensive for such delicious food.
When I get a little tired of food (which is seldom), I usually settle for a good BLT. This was okay, not as good as the one I had in Hong Kong years ago.
Now this was the worst risotto, no, make that the worst dish I've tried. It was soupy instead of wet, the rice wasn't right, there was so much lemon juice it tasted acidic and the dish just wasn't tasty. Yi couldn't eat half of this. The restaurant was called Concerto, on the left side of the road as you walk from Fortnum & Mason towards Piccadilly Circus. We waited 45 minutes for these two dishes even though we reminded the waiter.
We passed by a Laduree after leaving Notting Hill, I can't remember where we were. We had 5, gobbled them before we realized we needed to take a photo. They were expensive (about 2 pounds EACH) and by the time we got to Selfridges (I think) and saw Pierre Herme's macarons, we were able to walk away with just a bit of reluctance. Sometimes I wonder, if macarons aren't so expensive or colorful and pretty, would they still be a hit? The definition of macarons should be: Macarons are an over-rated over-priced French confectionary made desirable because they are colorful
and unaffordabe in large amounts.
This was really, really delicious. I think it was at, gosh, what's the departmental store after Selfridges, the one that's not as high end?
Hub called and told us we must eat at the Chinese restaurant next to the Kensington exit. Although we weren't hungry, we went anyway because our meal appointments were packed and there was no other chance to eat there.
It was good, but I've had better. Prices were very reasonable.
"Ask and you shall receive, seek and you shall find."