My American hubby surprised me the other day. "We are," he announced, "going out for lunch and I'm not telling you where."
We drove around in circles for a bit and then, there it was:
It didn't look much like a traditional British pub but then most pubs in Britain don't look much like traditional British pubs any more. This was a British pub, Florida style. And guess who was the first to welcome us,
We studied the menu and I got all excited, "Bangers and mash!"
"Yes", said hubby, "that's why I thought we should come here." I'm known for lamenting the lack of proper British bangers this side of the pond. When the waitress came, I asked her if they were really bangers,
"I think so, yes."
"With the skins on?"
She looked a trifle shocked, "Er no, they don't have skins."
So, sadly I decided to pass on the bangers and instead chose Scotch eggs and steak-and-ale pie. The Scotch eggs were pretty authentic - at least they were hard-boiled, unlike the trendy runny ones with the ultra-thin crust we got in New York City. The pie was near enough authentic, though a little watery and the meat wasn't the leanest but it was all made up for by some genuine Newcastle Brown Ale, which I hadn't tasted since university days. Next time, I should try their fish and chips. Unfortunately the pub had a golf theme rather than a football (ours) one but never mind, it was great fun. There was a model train doing the rounds up above.
Then I noticed this display on the far side of the bar
I had to push past some customers to get to it,
"Excuse me,I 'd just like to get a picture of Henry the Eighth."
They looked completely blank. "Henry who?" I am in a foreign country after all.