Tuesday, 14 April 2009
Bad Choices at the Albion
The Albion's a nice place. It's Terence Conran's take on the British Caff. It looks proper grown up and expensive but it's menu is surprisingly very well priced with good value food. I'm the one to blame for my bad choices there.
I could have just gone for an easy chicken pie with a side of broccoli or one of the other comforting combinations on the menu. Instead I went for three miss matching novelty pots that included a plate of pork crackling, a giant bowl of deep fried white bait and a portion of beef fat fried chips.
Now the crackling was cracking with pigs hair on top and bits of greasy soft flesh attached to the bottom. The white bait was perfect and the chips were some of the best I've ever had. My body however could not translate the food it saw before it into a meal. So after a bit of picking from each plate my once welcoming, once hungry stomach was reduced to a cement mixer that instead of mixing cement was mixing the sharp bits of greasy food, grease, salt and pain.
Posted by lewis