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Good grief, Father.
Every time I visit your blog I feel like Pavlov’s dog! :)
Man, it’s 85 degrees in my work area, and that Fullers looks tasty. (6 more hours of work to go — tick-tick-tick)
Oh to back home in England where real ale is the order of the day. I love America but one has to admit, the beer is pretty awful – the choice between various Lite/Light beers is not quite the same as walking into a 300 years old pub and looking along the bar to see 6 cask ales and picking out one you have never had before so that you can tick another one off on the list. Then sitting down by the fire, with a paper and thinking to oneself, this is a lovely pint, ruby red colour, quite fruity yet rather full bodied.
Enjoy Father, vey good choice with the Fuller’s London Pride!
Father, you could get a recipe book out of your London trip – including the recommended beers to accompany.
Are you planning to go down to the East End for jellied eels?
The West End Royal Exchange Free House near Paddington Station had the very best roast beef and Yorkshire pudding we had on our whole trip. It’s a tiny place at 26 Sale Place
Paddington, London, W2 1PU
Fr. Z’s going to Buckingham Palace
With clergymen who’d never use a glass chalice.
“A chalice that’s glass can so easily break,
And besides, a glass goblet needs red wine and steak,”
Says Fr. Z.
Yummy! My own first taste of Spotted Dick was at a pub in Nottingham called Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem. It’s supposed to be the oldest pub in England, established in 1189, and lies right below Notthingham Castle, not far from a bronze statue of one Master Robin of Locksley, AKA Robin Hood. The Spotted Dick was delicious, and my mouth watered while reading this post. Enjoy your visit to Buck House — unfortunately, when I was there Her Maj was visiting the Channel Islands, so we didn’t managed to get together for a cuppa! (LOL). On my next visit (whenever that may be), I’ll be sure to visit some of the places you’re going to now. Enjoy the rest of your trip!
Christabel: Are you planning to go down to the East End for jellied eels?
Ooooo… that sound’s tasty.
I’ll be down there tomorrow. It is my intention to go to the Maritime Museum in Greenwich. Then,… who knows.
Look at those delicious golden fries! Or is it “chips”?
oh good steak and kidney… mmmmm
What does steak and kidney pudding taste like? I fear it might be nasty.
Dear Father Z.,
With all that stodgy Briitsh Food, I fear you will be several sizes to large for your Vestments!
Where do you live, poor man? We have all those Chestertonian delights here in Pennsylvania.
Well, maybe not Spotted Dick…
Is this your first taste of spotted dick Father or is it something you are more familiar with? I’ve been curious about it myself but have never so indulged. Perhaps one day I’ll try it for myself. Are there different kinds of dick?
Hmm…I can just feel my cholesterol levels shooting up…
Ooh – if you want to try authentic east end grub (and something rather more substantial than jellied eels…which I must admit, as a native of those parts, I have never regarded as tasty, alas…) – pie and mash and liquor (not alcoholic – in fact a kind of relative of pea soup) is as authentic east end as it gets (you can also get eels and mash and liquor) . In actual fact a lot of the better places to get it are a bit out (to the east and south-east, especially) from the centre of town now (reflecting post-war migration out to the suburbs), but there a few places around areas such as London Bridge/Southwark/Bethnal Green that should come up with the goods I’d have thought…
I can assure all passers by and welcome visitors from across the pond that dick is only ever spotted on the dessrt menu
Spotted dick is a steamed suet pudding containing dried fruit (usually currants), commonly served with either custard or butter and brown sugar. Spotted refers to the dried fruit (which resemble spots) and Dick may be a contraction/corruption of the word pudding (from the last syllable) or possibly a corruption of the word dough. It is possibly conjugated originally from sticky pudding to dicky pudding to dicky to dick and finally spotted dick as in pudding with raisins. It is also known as spotted dog, plum duff, steamed dicky, figgy dowdy, dotted lloyd, packphour’s lament, biff togger, Haverford lumps, nuns in a criddle and Dicky Widmark as well as plum bolster, “A DD (Dotted Dick)”, slattern’s bonnet, Spotted Richard and, occasionally, Dickie Burton after the famous actor.
Now that I know what’s in it, it sounds tasty!
Father, if you enjoy both sea-faring history and astronomy (which I think you probably do, from recent blog entries) then you are in for a real treat at the Maritime Museum and Observatory. I hope you enjoy it and have a lovely day.
Just had some spotted dick today, in fact. Out of a tin and drowned in Devon custard (also out of a tin). But I’m surprised to even be able to get it at the local supermarket here in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
Alas, only half a dozen or so places to get real ales, and in each case there is only one choice.
Father Z, you are always welcome to come to Boston. We can only offer you dick in a tin, but we have many other local delights! Have you ever had real fried Ipswich clams?
Beer is pretty average in America and the UK. You’d better come to Australia and sink some Cooper’s Ale.
English bitter is my favorite beer. Bottled Fuller’s London Pride ESB is the closest I’ve found to English pub bitter here in the states. I’d appreciate any suggestions.
Also, I ate some jellied eels I bought from a guy with a cart in the city. There were a couple other people bellied up to that flying inn with Cockney accents out of My Fair Lady. I’m glad I did it, but never again.
No offense, Father, but I think your Roman meals look better than the English ones–all that lard and starch scares me. [There is not lack of fat and starch in Italian cooking, though it is usually a different kind of fat: olive oil. But I have to admit you are right. In general, Italian is more varied.] (I’m totally on board with the treacle tart, though.)
Fullers London Pride is one of my favorite beers. Yumm. A good choice Fr!
Father, I wouldn’t mind getting some of that pudding in my carotid artery!
But Father, but Father! There seems to be a grave omission in your experiments with British food! You don’t seem to have mentioned Indian cuisine at all. Did you know that curry is now officially the national dish of Britain?
If you haven’t ever eaten Indian food, well… all I can say is it would be very interesting to hear your thoughts! A quick diversion to Brick Lane or the Mile End Road on your way back from Greenwich might be in order.
Christabel: Actually I did have some great Indian food the other day. I went out with an Indian priest who did the selection. It was great!
I’m so glad you are enjoying London, Father, and hope the sun continues to shine. Spotted dick is a delightful dish, if you are thinking O’Brian, then you could pretend you are eating ‘boiled baby’.
The steak and kidney pudding looks very good, and the chips are clearly home-made. I eat mine smothered in vinegar!
The national dish is Chicken Tikka Masala, which was devised by an Indian restauranteur for the British palate. It is usually accompanied by a glass of beer.
Ditto the earlier comment on London Pride, it’s my favourite!
Tinned Spotted Dick is getting easy to find in the DC area– who knew there was a demand for it? It’s made by Heinz, and they have other microwaveable steamed puddings in a can as well. It is, perhaps suprisingly, not bad, but better is their Treacle Pudding which when served piping hot epitomizes sticky comfort food.
Here is my five cents worth: We have very good beer and rugby here in the USA! Look for the microbrewers’ stuff-Penn Pilsner (Pittsburgh) Angel City Lager (Los Angeles) Pete’s Wicked Ale (Portland?)
The late Michael Jackson (beer writer not singer) wrote some very good beer guides and they have many of the better American beers listed.
Tinned spotted dick is available at that shop by the Balston Metro in the DC (Arlington, VA) area and at that place next to Tea and Sympathy in the Village. And, Guy the Grouch, you should change your name to Guy Grouchback. Nothing like the Wavian touch.
[I see that you are posting from an IP address at NYU. Perhaps your comments should be forwarded to their IP department as an example of violation of Terms of Service.]
I think the people who have uttered these rude comments, and then feign ignorance, are disgraceful.
To think this is a site where what we talk about is spiritual matters, with some mild diversions, like Fr Z’s menu, and people take advantage of that to make lewd suggestions based on the homonym of a word.
They are spoiling it for the others who just want to engage in pleasant conversation.