I'm such a kid. So, arriving to London right after the airport I get onto the Piccadilly Line train towards a place called Cockfosters. Sleep deprived and somewhat delirious, I couldn't help but chuckle after every station when the automated PA system announced "train to Cockfosters."
First beer in London. Some lager, pretty decent.
GRAVY ON ALL THE THINGS! The peas and carrots were surprising crisp and fresh. They had a nice bite, none of that frozen nonsense.
In the subway station, desperately need more of this in NYC... because you know, everything is broken all of the time.
They have another 4 computers on the side of the wall. Where I took this photo is open space. During the convention people would sit down on the floor and watch. Super smart idea.
Not a huge fan of Street Fighter but a friend asked me to get him some Street Fighter swag, this was the best I could do.
Huge lit dance floor on this truck. The cutest thing I saw was a group of 8 guys doing a dance together. They turned to face each other and put their hands together and everything.
Indian beer to go with Indian food. Spiced very interestingly, reminiscent of cardamom? Common spice in Indian food.
The Air Buccaneers guy no how to treat you right with a small bottle of anise seed vodka. This shit will destroy you, it goes down so easy.
Butter Chicken. Wondering if I should have tried something I've never had. It was good but I can't tell if it was excellent. Don't know Indian food all that well.
Dessert menu at the Indian place. Needless to say, this menu made me very angry and my head hurt afterwards.
It's a muffin.
I don't know if this is a thing in London but I can understand fruit being a topping for ice cream but no the other way around.
Bangers and Mash. Pre-gravy.
I was hoping for a real IPA because I was missing some good ol' Americana. Nope. Bland as hell. Although it did come from a cask.
This is what happens with open bar. Jager bombs with Air Buccaneers and Dream.
We don't get this in the US. The real fuckin' deal.
A cask ale and Budweiser. Double fisting it.
Great snack while drinking. Slices of pork on a roll.
Almost everyday in London, I had an English Breakfast. Maybe this is an Irish Breakfast because it has blood sausage. None of the other places had it.
I'm in London, I had to. What surprised me were the chips. They're very different from french fries. They weren't crispy or light... they were dense, heavy, and oily. Really good, big potato taste. I think it's a different kind of tater to the Idaho's we use here.
Just looked interesting to me. Seen on my pilgrimage to Earl's Court Convention Center.
I deeply appreciate the use of demerara sugar.
London has terrible coffee. There I said it. This cup was bearable though. All they do there is espresso. I just want a good drip (not filter coffee, that sounds gross).
Probably the best English Breakfast. Two eggs was key. Sausage was alright though. Lots of tasty butter on the toast.
PORTUGUESE EGG TARTS? WHY DIDN'T I BUY THEM. I HAVEN'T HAD THEM IN AGES.
Had to try a bagel in the UK. It was terrible. Although it had pesto chicken in it, so that was good.
WHAT IS THAT?
Mushy peas! They tasted good, nice fresh peas, but could have spent a little longer in the food processor for a smoother texture.
English food is just salty, sweet, and brown with gravy. This was really good not because of the meat but the awesome root vegetables: potatoes, carrots, and parsnip. Fucking heaven.
Oh yeah it had kraut too!
At the airport leaving London. I saw the pot of coffee on the right and asked the bartender when they brewed it. He had no idea what was I talking about. Had to ask when he made it. Y U NO BREW?
I appreciate the multi-faith prayer room. We need more of that.
Hard to see that sign but basically it was pretty strict: if you give any flak to the employees, you'll get arrested lol.
Was never able to upload this. Damn spotty wi-fi.
This happened multiple times. Not going to lie, I wanted to join in.
Presents for the office.