Profpointy
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whilst the very very best meal I've had was in France, in a respectable but by no means swanky small-town restaurant, some of the most disapointing meals I've had have been in France too.
British then. How far back do you want to go to be British? Fish and chips was a Jewish imigrant's invention.
Well I fear I'm going to miss out on that. Having had one, I am absolutely certain that I will never have another.A good one is really rather good, though a bad one does indeed resemble your description.
.....either way not Britsh then?That's disputed. There is no definitive origin. Besides it is the combination of a Belgian/French dish, the chip, and fried fish which I grant you has Sephardic Jewish origins.
Well I fear I'm going to miss out on that. Having had one, I am absolutely certain that I will never have another.
.....either way not Britsh then?
Made by Indians living in Birmingham.
The food I experienced in France always had three dimensions.I have always found French food a bit two dimnsional. Creativity in their cuisine stopped about 100 years ago.
The food I experienced in France always had three dimensions.
HA HA HA HA!The french have got nothing to compare with a full British roast, British every time. Belgium food that's a different thing altogether.![]()
I think that proves the OP's pointMy better half travels regularly to Paris. Being a vegetarian the food offerings are poor and the waiters tend to be rude when she asks for veggie food.
British food for us.
HA HA HA HA!
The French beat the British hands down in every respect of cooking and eating. From the balanced diet to not having miserable works canteens full of people hurriedly jamming their mouths full, or jpushing a bought sandwich into their mouths as they walk along the street.
Just a quick for instance, when I lived in France I had a longing for a certain traditional English dish. I told our cook, who set to work getting the ingredients and for that night's tea we had the best egg, chips and beans ever. Fresh eggs cooked to perfection, chips with not an extra scrap of grease, haricot beans in a fresh tomato sauce, simply wonderful and not in the least poncified and spiced up as an English chef would given the chance.
Honestly in the 10 years I lived there I never had a duff meal. Then for a special Sunday or celebration, well! Even just the starters-perhaps oysters or mussels with salad-would be a meal in Britain.