I recently returned from two weeks in the United Kingdom, split between a week in London and a week in Scotland.
It didn’t afford the same opportunities to make fun of the local cuisine as does a trip to, say, Japan. Fish and Chips are, well, fish and chips anywhere, and there’s only so far you can go with making fun of Spotted Dick or Toad in the Hole or Bangers and Mash. People have made fun of the names of British food for ages and there’s nothing really I can add to it.
What I CAN add, however, is this item which I ate in Oban, Scotland:
It’s a pizza. Not a terribly big one, mind you, about what we’d call a “small” in the US.
It’s got cheese and pepperoni on it.
Oh, and it’s been dipped in batter and deep fried and it comes with a plate of fries – pardon me, “chips” – on the side.
This is not – NOT, I repeat, some kind of “fair food”. This is on the regular menu, as something one might legitimately order as a meal on a regular basis if one were suicidal.
And yes, I ate it.
But just the once.