"English cuisine" is known as a contradiction in terms.
Should I report this to the UK forum as you reported the French thread here in the Italian corner of egullet?
The true tragedy is that they'd probably agree with you. They'd be wrong, but they'd still agree with you.
As an Englishman, I'd like to point out that I disagree with myself at least half the time, with Adam Balic almost never, and with Bux almost always.
Italian epiphany: a small roadside truckstop in the mountains outside Parma - La Mama in the kitchen hand rolling each batch of tortelli as we ordered them - a bliss unlike any other.
French Epiphany: A dish of morels plucked out of the ground that morning, sautéed in foie gras fat - a bliss unlike any other.
Edited by MobyP, 19 March 2005 - 02:56 AM.