Sunday 9 June 2013

The Sunday Roast

When hearing that I would be living in Ealing one of the suggestions made to me was that I find a local pub and try their Sunday roasts.  At first I was a bit perplexed, pubs serve beer and snack food, but here they have full menus with extraordinarily talented chefs.  After whining for several weeks about wanting to eat one, Jason finally gave in and agreed to go to dinner with me at a pub called The Grove. They had fantastic ratings on their sunday roast and I saved my apetite for a delicious and well earned meal (I've gotten A's on all my assignments thus far in school!).  They offered a pork roast, a chicken roast, and a traditional roast beef.  Going for the authenticity factor and surveying the tables around me; I chose the roast beef.  This has been one of the better decisions I've made thus far in the London.  The mix of perfectly roasted vegetables and mouthwateringly tender slices of roast beef topped with an absolutely beautiful yorkshire pudding was phenomenal.  I made sure that I joined the clean plate club that evening.  I savored every single bite from that meal and am literally salivating thinking about it right now.  If only I had more Sundays here in the London and didn't discover this gem so late into the trip, I would be eating roasts every Sunday all over the city.
Sorry for the phone snapshot!
   A big shout out to Jason for continually taking photos of me everywhere we go!! 

Tea Time and other Snacks

While I haven't made it to a traditional English Tea yet, I have however developed a love for tea time itself.  There is nothing better than being hungry in the late afternoon and discovering that everywhere around you serves delicious tea and scones.  I have been taking full advantage of this English habit, simply because I know the instant I get home I'm going to miss clotted cream and getting served four varieties of jam with every pastry.  Since the weather has been pretty dismal since our arrival, when the sun does decide to come out I do everything in my power to be outside as much as possible.  Last week after class on Monday, Jason and I ventured to South Kensington in search of wine for him and tea for me.  We have this strange attraction to French places and ended up at another French cafe.  He ordered a class of Pinot Grigio and I opted for afternoon tea with a scone, naturally.  After sitting in class for close to four hours, the sunshine and delicious Earl Grey were precisely what I needed.  We ended up sitting there for close to two hours soaking up the sunshine and the beauty of Kensington.  Our school is located in a "posh" part of town and one of the benefits of that is the wonderful opportunities for people watching.  Seeing the yummy mummies with their strollers and the high powered business executives makes for some interesting conversation alone.
A beautiful spread in the sun 

Cat eye glasses, tea and Pinot Grigio, what more do you need?




















Another afternoon that week, it was shockingly sunny again!! I had yet to explore Soho and with the help of my roommate and Jason we set off.  After walking around in the heat, and acquiring some freckles we all were starving and getting grumpy.  We ate a small place that was one time famous for being an Italian mafia headquarters, but the food was lack luster and I didn't feel particularly inclined to describe it to you.  Following the ingestion of what we'll call sustenance; we wanted to eat something that was delicious, guaranteed.  Soho has a variety of little bakeries that looked fantastic, but with the sun actually shining again we opted for gelato.  You really can't go wrong with gelato, and there is nothing better than a delicious cold snack enjoyed in the sun.  I have to say that my gelato server was quite the artist, I ordered mango, raspberry, and limon; this man served it to me with the best presentation I can imagine.  I devoured it to say the least and it completely made up for the dismal panini that preceded it.  
The most beautiful gelato one could ever eat.  
And for my last mention of snacks, how could one ever forget the pint of beer.  While not a snack in the traditional sense, here in London going to the pubs after work/school for a pint is quite a common activity.  Since I'm trying to immerse myself and experience London, I've naturally been investigating quite a few pubs.  One near me called The North Star (I've written about them before) is quickly becoming my favorite in Ealing.  The comfortable set up, good variety of beer and heated outdoor seating has appealed to me in a variety of ways.  While the cider kick is still going strong, when I venture to The North Star I always make sure my second pint of beer is something that I have never tried before, I'm not here to drink Stella every time I go to a pub.  I do have to say the Hoegaarden, while being a product of Anheuser Busch but brewed in Belgium tastes much better here than it ever could at home.  I'm also a fan of Fruili (the beer on the right) it's a raspberry wheat beer and with my love of wheat beers and fruits it's almost perfectly suited to me.  This photo is from an evening jaunt to The North Star with my roommates, where we all seemed to order beers that match our personalities.  Sara is on the right, i'm the Hoegaarden in the center, and Liz B is on the left with an Amstel.  The culture of meeting someone for a casual drink is one I've yet to experience in college and I'm beginning to really enjoy the pub atmosphere 
A beer to suit us all

Bath and Stonehenge

I promise I have not forgotten what I've been eating, but shockingly have become rather busy with schoolwork and eating.  In the time since I last posted, I made a trip out of London to Bath and to visit the Roman Baths.  Having to make it from Ealing to Kensington at an ungodly hour of the morning essentially ensured that I wouldn't be eating breakfast that morning.  So after touring Stonehenge, which has virtually nothing to eat around it, I had to wait another two hours until we got to Bath that afternoon.  Jason and I were both starving and eventually settled on a little French Cafe that was a bit further from the beaten path.  I have to say that not only have I been on a cider kick while here in London, but I've also been on a path to eat anything and everything that is seafood.  So after perusing their menu and being tempted to try foods whose names I was unfamiliar with, I eventually settled on the salmon cakes.  What a delightful decision.  They were beautifully served with tartar sauce, chips, and an acidic salad.  With how hungry I was anything at that point would have tasted delicious I'm sure, but these were some of the best salmon cakes.  The bitterness of the salad beautifully complemented the creaminess of the salmon and sauce.  Sitting in a beautiful cafe with lovely company created the perfect end to a countryside adventure.




Stonehenge!
Another view inside the Baths


My cider and Jason's standard Stella

The delectable salmon

Full view of the Roman Baths