I live in Putney, just north of Wimbledon. There's actually a little cafe a few blocks from Clapham Junction station that I love for American style breakfasts, but it would involve at least wearing pants (instead of the around-the-house South Asian lunghis that I picked up during my Bangladesh tour) and taking two buses. I am probably doing that this morning, but the other day, my foot was still swollen enough that I couldn't justify it.Gregg wrote: ↑Fri Jun 03, 2022 11:39 amBen-Prime wrote: ↑Fri Jun 03, 2022 3:53 amI have found -- for the most part -- that pancakes here in the UK aren't as good as American pancakes. Waffles likewise lack that oomph. And I've yet to find a Dutch Baby. I'm not quite saying that I would commit crimes that would get me declared persona non grata and sent back to the U.S. in disgrace with my Foreign Service career ended, in exchange for a OPH-style Dutch Baby, but I'm not not saying it.
I guess, actually, what I'm really saying is that when sea otter curry is what's on the menu, maybe you get to like it.
Dammit, now I gotta wrap my broken toes, get into something more decent than my bumming-around-the-house attire, and hobble to the nearest breakfast place that makes anything *resembling* a decent waffle in this corner of Greater London. >fistishake<
The Greggs in Tottenham Court Rd doesn't suck. And you really don't have to get dressed for it...
To keep this topical, said foot was also the reason, alas, I had to pass on several Jubilee-related parties, which is a shame. I was in a lottery to get a few Embassy tickets to some of the ritzier events last minute, but withdrew after breaking my toes as it would be unfair to accept them if I had won.