Foods across places.
Leaving Cork, I thought I should do something Corkish at the last. Perhaps if I ate something they specialized in? Then, after a bit of research, I learned what sort of thing is considered a traditional Cork dish. So I went to the Cafe I'd been eyeing that advertised fresh scones and coffee. The Up Town Grill. No, I didn't make that up. Coffee was good, scone was mediocre.
I went to a Starbucks when I was in London, curious to try their scones. It's England, so there's no way they could get away with what they pass off as scones in the U.S., right? Those spongy, triangular muffins wouldn't fool anybody over there...
And it was true! In London, scones are delightfully crusty and legitimate. Next: France. I'm watching you, France. And your little scones, too.
While in Galway, I decided to try something I've been told many times I should not under any circumstances try. I bought a burrito. In Ireland. It did not taste... bad. It was more humorous than anything else. Like someone who'd had a burrito described to them once decided to assemble one. Like a five-year-old kid decided to make me a burrito for Father's Day. It was cute. It had all of the components of a burrito, but not one of them tasted like, you know, mexican food. They were all... creamy and... chewy and... Irish. I wanted to pat the burrito on the head and give it a nickel.
I went to a Starbucks when I was in London, curious to try their scones. It's England, so there's no way they could get away with what they pass off as scones in the U.S., right? Those spongy, triangular muffins wouldn't fool anybody over there...
And it was true! In London, scones are delightfully crusty and legitimate. Next: France. I'm watching you, France. And your little scones, too.
While in Galway, I decided to try something I've been told many times I should not under any circumstances try. I bought a burrito. In Ireland. It did not taste... bad. It was more humorous than anything else. Like someone who'd had a burrito described to them once decided to assemble one. Like a five-year-old kid decided to make me a burrito for Father's Day. It was cute. It had all of the components of a burrito, but not one of them tasted like, you know, mexican food. They were all... creamy and... chewy and... Irish. I wanted to pat the burrito on the head and give it a nickel.