More of a snack than a dinner, but I forgot to take a picture of my dinner at the college, so I figured this would do. This is the only time the English call them fries, when they are curly. I asked them why, and Robbie said it’s because “curly chips” sounds stupid. I put something called “brown sauce” on them and malt vinegar and mayonnaise. The brown sauce was a vinegar based sauce very similar to our steak sauce. These curly fries tasted exactly like they came from The Junction, and the garlic bread was just some garlic bread, nothing special.
I love The City Arms though, not for their food but for the discounted drinks. I have a little card on my keys called the Yellow Card, which gets me a discount on drinks at The City Arms. You have to be a current student to get the Yellow Card, and most of my Oxford friends can’t get one, so when they go up to the bar to get a drink, they all have to borrow mine. It’s funny because they go to The Arms all the time, and they have to borrow the American’s discount card every time they buy a drink. Also, the drinking culture is so much different here. They mostly buy their own, and drink their own, almost no sharing. So, at The Arms, a jug (pitcher) of Carling or Carlsburg is only £5 with the Yellow Card. A jug holds four pints, we had four people. In America we would have taken turns buying one pitcher at a time, or maybe even two. Not here, we each got our own jug and no sharing! It’s such a funny difference.
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Haha, us selfish bastards!
You are some selfish bastards! No not really, everyone is so nice to me, I have the best English friends in the world!