British Food vs American Food

[Captain Obvious]

@PolWatch

Spotted Dick. A British dessert, custard with dried fruit in it, usually dried currents.

That sounds like something @Paperback Writer gets when he's hanging around 22 Arcadia Avenue too much.

[Redrose]

That sounds like something @Paperback Writer gets when he's hanging around 22 Arcadia Avenue too much.

Well, if you had a banger and mash, a little spotted dick and finished up with a $#@!, you would have eaten sausage, mashed potatoes, custard and fruit and smoked a cigarette.

And they say we talk funny. Lol

[momsapplepie]

Rashers=raw bacon. I made them take it back and "burn" it crispy!

[Redrose]

When my 23 year old Army dad met my 18 year old mom in England in 1942, one weekend he visited her family. My aunt, an attractive 20 something, said to my dad as he was retiring for the night "nitey, nite Frank, I'll knock you up in the morning". My dad said at the time he thought, gee these Brits are real friendly.

My aunt meant she'd "knock" on his door to awaken him in the morning. We laughed at that story for years, my aunt is 97 and still going strong. Mom is 90. Good English stock.

[nathanbforrest45]

Saw a movie once where the main character was a pirate named "Spotted Dick". The only thing I remember about the movie was one exchange where they are eating something and Spotted Dick ask what is it. The cook says "Hit's bean soup" to which Dick replies "I don't care what its bean, what is it now?" First time I had ever heard that joke and its still funny to me.

[Heyduke]

My favorite stop on the way back to Santa Cruz is the Falafel Drive-Thru in West San Jose. I get the deep fried felafel, with yogurt sauce, in an ethnic pita bread, with a side of American style deep-fried onion rings.

It really isn't a drive-thru, because you have to park and walk up to order. The seating area is encompassed by hand-styled whimsical murals of SJ, which are beautiful.

You sit down at a table, and every ethnic group is represented at the other tables (spics, gooks, shines, crackers, sand-beaners, spoonfaces, towell-honkeys, white rastafarians, black preppies, Asian athletes, Hmong stock traders, Japanegroes, red-headed pasty Irish landscapers covered in SPF 50 sunscreen, and every other ethnic combination you can imagine. That's California cuisine.

Falafel with yogurt sauce, veggies, pita bread and onion rings. It'll never be a national franchise, but it will always be a west San Jose establishment.