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Programming note: Dish is taking a wee break after this issue — Eva and I will be back late May or early June.
Well, it’s just me in the ol’ Dish cockpit this time around, readers — your captain’s flying solo. So fasten your seatbelts, ensure your seat backs and tray tables are in the upright position as we prepare for taxi and takeoff… expect clear skies and no turbulence. Next stop: London.
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Yes, I’m headed across the pond to Jolly Old England next week, tagging along with my partner while she attends a conference.
My first trip to England was following a high school band trip in 1992. Here’s your intrepid author, age 16, standing on a viewing tower of a 12th-century church in Rye, located in Sussex. I wish I still had that sweater (and the hair), although I’m good without the baggy white shorts. (Supplied)
That means I’ll have plenty of time to get my steps in as I see the sights — as a huge fan of The Rest is History podcast, that’s sure to include plenty of historic hot spots.
Of course all my lollygagging is sure to work up an appetite (and concurrent thirst), and so, dear readers, if you’ve any suggestions for must-try food and drink beyond proper pints, fish and chips, fun-flavoured crisps, full English breakfasts, or takeaway curry, be a dear and let me know. (Good grief, I’d better bring sweatpants.)
I’ll definitely be foregoing a few pints of ale in favour of flutes of English sparkling wines while in London. Producers have made great strides in recent years, crafting increasingly compelling wines, particularly bubblies.
We’ve seen a small smattering of English fizz hit Manitoba shelves at a handful of private wine stores, although they don’t seem to stick around — they’re not well-known around these parts, and land at a somewhat prohibitive price point for curious imbibers to take the plunge.
One culinary stop I do know we’re booked in for is afternoon tea at The Rosebery at the Mandarin.
Bottomless fancy sandwiches and pastries? Ta, luv, don’t mind if I do. Aye, in fact I do fancy a spot of tea…so long as the champers ain’t too far away.
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