The go-to late night snack: chips with cheese, salt and vinegar, onions, garlic mayonnaise, and chili sauce. Amazing, I will miss Mehdi’s when I have to leave Oxford.
After going to Stonehenge, we drove into Salisbury to get dinner. Dr. Holbrook, my biology professor, suggested that we try The King’s Head. It was a giant bar and restaurant. Easily the biggest restaurant I’ve been to since arriving in England. I ordered the steak and kidney pudding, with chips and peas. The pudding was really nice. It had a great gravy, and big chunks of steak inside. I could have used more kidneys in there, as I only noticed one bite of kidney. The crust was crispy and flaky, buttery and soft on the inside. The chips and peas were run-of-the-mill but still tasty after a drizzle of gravy. I really like English food when its actual English dishes. All the pies, puddings, and pasties I’ve had have been wonderful, I don’t know why anyone would say that English food is bad! It’s when they try to make something unusual or foreign that they get into trouble, so it seems to me.
It’s really hard not to get chips after a night out. The truck is right there…. just calling my name. Robbie and I got the exact same order without even knowing it! Which strange because it’s a fairly complicated and diverse set of toppings, from a menu with endless possibilities. I had chips with salt, vinegar, cheese, chicken, onions, garlic mayonnaise, and chili sauce. I know that all sounds overwhelming, but it tastes amazing. I need to travel to Turkey to get some real food though, they really know what they’re doing with these kebabs and such. Anyway, it’s always a great late night snack.
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.
After a long night of dancing at the O2 Academy, nothing tastes better than chips and cheese with mayonnaise and barbecue sauce. This is for sure not my first chips and cheese with mayonnaise and barbecue, but its the first one that I remembered to take an extremely blurry picture of. What else what I eat at 4am? So amazingly delicious.
Fish and chips, a small mixed greens salad. For my first ever fish and chips in England, this one was pretty good. The fish was flaky and perfectly cooked inside it’s crunchy shell of fried batter. The chips were not so good, a little dry. But the tarter sauce was home made and awesome. The salad was a nice touch of freshness on a plate otherwise piled high with friedness.