Forking Tasty

Pastries for Lunch?

Cooks – Dover England from Anthony Anello on Vimeo.

For the second time with in a week on the ship we were back in Dover, England. This time the weather was not so good. Kelsey and I walked around town a bit to find some lunch. At first we sat in the park for a little and looked at the castle that hovers over the city. However, our growling stomachs and the weather took over…

Defiantly Delicious Dessert – Dover

La Via Romana – Dover England from Anthony Anello on Vimeo.

It was a really nice afternoon in Dover England and for some reason there was no shuttle from the ship to town so we had to walk it. It was a nice day out so it was ok. When we got to town we found a small pub and relaxed outside with a tall beer. The beer was good and on a slightly empty stomach I could kind of feel it….

High Thai-ed at the Beach

I had the pleasure to visit another one of my yBike riders, Kevin, when I was in England. Kev is one of the most active riders for the whole project and takes his photography very seriously. He lives in Brighton England, a spectacular, quaint, British beach town. He met me at the train station with a small folding bike (a brompton) that I was to ride to the site of our interview. We decided to shoot the interview on the beach. The ride to the beach from the station took us down a long and winding hill through the center of town. As you looked off at the horizon you saw a fantastic illusion. The sea appeared to extend from the beach all the way up to eye level.

The interview went great and our next destination was food. Kev knew how much of a food guy I was and wanted to take me to…

My Proper London

Any trip to London is not complete without at least one fish and chips meal and one Indian meal. This trip…

The BCB!

My friend Matt mandated I find and try the breakfast at Maria’s Market café. He claims the best in London. I woke up early on a Wed and found my way down to the Borough Market. On Thurs, Fri and Sat it is a bustling produce, meat and flower mélange where purveyors and customers buy and sell the weekends dinner and decorations. Wednesday however is a bit quieter. I slipped off the street and into the east entrance to the large hall. Walking down a row of caged, empty booths I started to wonder if I was in the right place…

St. John, be cool. Not really.

As the wheels of my plane from Copenhagen squeaked the tarmac I pulled out the SAS in flight magazine from the seat back in front of me. Tray table properly stowed of course.

I flipped quickly through the glossy and stuck on a restaurant review for a place called St. Johns. An interview with the owner revealed a true English preparation of tip to tail cuisine.

I made it through customs, waited on the taxi cue and chit chatted with my 30-year veteran driver before I realized I arrived in Clerkenwell at my hotel. The Zetter is in north London and has been a desired destination of mine for 5 years now.

The English charm started as soon as I walked through the double sliding, modern glass doors. The hotel host checked me in and then reviewed with me the hotel map which contained bar and restaurant options. As I scanned the list the second dining recommendation popped out. St. Johns, a tip to tail English mainstay was but two blocks away.

As serendipity imposes…

Cricket. No, not for dinner.

Yahoo! sponsored the twenty20 world cup of cricket. I am not going to get into how the game is played and what the difference is between regular cricket and twenty20. Learn on your own. But I will get into the snacks.

My friend and fellow Yahoo!, Andrew, invited me to a quarter final match between England and the West Indies. We had some rain. We had some crazy Pakastanies in the crowd making explosion sounds when planes flew overhead. We had a very close game, well not really but it felt close to me.

During one of the rain breaks Andrew and I ducked out early and grabbed some snacks. There is no official cricket game food. No peanuts and crackerjacks. Not hot dogs and knishes. What they do have are a wide array of pockets. Yes hot pockets but more like Jamaican beef patties on steroids. Of the wide array (meat, chicken, veggie) we settled on beef with stilton cheese. Of course we also topped up our beers. Sitting under the awning away from the rain, listening to the English accents recount the game thus far, devouring my pocket and sipping my lager gave me an honorary local feel. In the end England lost but our bellies were full.

London Italian

I was looking for a quick hit one day in London and every pub and restaurant was either no longer serving or not yet serving. I walked past an Italian restaurant that had a small sandwich shop next to it. I walked a few blocks more before deciding to return and order a salami and cheese on a roll.

The english gentleman who made my sandwich had ancestry in northern Italy. We exchanged stories as he made my lunch. Amongst topics was the debate if we should put mayo on the sandwich and double up the salami with mortadella. He won both debates. Mayo but no mortadella.

I took my plate outside and sat in front of the shop taking in the view, savoring the sandwich and listening to two old time brits speak Italian to each other. I almost could have been in Fundi if I wasn’t in London.

Full English B-Fast

I started my trip to Europe this morning. Well…really it was 2 mornings ago, I just have not slept yet. I flew out of JFK to London where I had an 11 hour layover before continuing on to Copenhagen. I arrived in London Heathrow Airport at 6am and flew through customs. I claimed my bag, checked in for my next flight and was ready to go back through security in under an hour. Rare for Heathrow but I am not complaining. On the non-complaining tip, I decided to make the best of my time and start the trip out right with a Full English Breakfast…