When I was in London last summer, we generally only ate one real meal: the classic English Full Breakfast. (In fact, my last breakfast there was at Lord Moon of the Mall: Wetherspoon, just down the street from one of the car bombs found just hours after we left!) We could eat that thing and then walk, walk, walk all day - only feeling slightly peckish after the end of a hard day of touring.
So, I told my wife that I was on a weight-loss kick and from now on, I expected an Ulster Fry every morning...
So, I told my wife that I was on a weight-loss kick and from now on, I expected an Ulster Fry every morning...
Yeah...that's what she said.
3 comments:
What, no black pudding? And where's the fried haggis????
You've got to be kidding me. Black pudding? And here I thought you were a NT Christian...
I enjoy a wee bit of the haggis. We always had some at our Kirkin' o'th' Tartan service...and of course, the Robbie Burns dinner.
Speaking of disgusting meat mixtures, have you ever had scrapple?
Can I come to your house for breakfast?
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