Monday, February 05, 2007

Yup. They hate us.

And "by us," I mean we atlantically challenged Yanks and by "they," I mean one nasty old codger on Portobello Road who would like (and I quote) to "boil all Americans in a vat and send the remains out to sea."

Oh yeah. Feel the love, baby.

All nastiness aside, may I just say that I am totally, utterly, madly in love with London's Borough Market. A veritable orgasm of cheese, wine, truffles, organic fruit, veggies, and beer-- homemade and inexpensively priced and packaged (in jugs) for your consumer pleasure. Our friendly neighborhood brewer barely got the words "jug, ale, 5 quid," out of his mouth before Stu was offering his wallet up before the great malty gods. I haven't seen such quick-draw action since...well, since, our last trip to the pub, really.

Ah, London. Civilization. Why must you price gouge us? We love you, really we do. But you're an expensive mistress who just keeps taking and taking (though you give us some beautiful markets.)


Blogger Sandra said...

I loved London markets too...
I used to spend hours wondering through them, occasionally sitting down for a cappuccino on a sidewalk "terrace-for two" and people watch/listen. Nothing like it.
By the way, is Veli in quarantine?

3:54 AM  
Anonymous novala said...

It's a pity that you don't write from Sarajevo anymore. But I wish you all the best of luck in your new home and I hope you will occasionally return to SA and post a few reports. It's an unforgettable place.

Write more - I like your style.

1:31 PM  
Blogger Carter-Ann said...

Have you tried the ostrich burgers at Borough Market? Sooo good.

2:11 AM  

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