No one goes to Britain for the food. So I imagined some lovely meals of shepherd’s pie and ale in pubs.
Tonight, Bill called when he was leaving the office with the following suggestions: pizza, fancy fish or Chinese. Given Kaitlyn’s mood, I’d have chosen pizza. They chose Chinese. How British. Well, I suppose they do have that connection to Hong Kong.
We walked down the street to the place some people had recommended. I’d had a late snack at the mall and wasn’t starving… so imagine my dismay when I realized that this place has a set 4 course menu. I’ve never heard of such a thing: a Chinese restaurant with a four course menu. It was so much food. And with the arrival of each course, Kaitlyn asked where her rice was. All she wanted was a bowl of rice.
I did have a beer. I don’t think it was British.