It's not brains, it's Treacle Sponge Pudding

So a frozen up gas garage heater changed our plans yesterday for the day, and so the weather seems to be making its presence known, challenging us to new levels of "suckupitness." I confess I have no real heart this year for the snow and cold, and since this has been a most stressful week on at least three different fronts dear reader, I think it's time for some happy memories.

(Pictures Here) And so I take you now to a diner in Kendal UK called The Union Jack where it seems, real locals eat real food that's basic and affordable and hot. Comfort food I suppose, where the counter girls know your name and ailment and ask how your wife is feeling after that nasty surgery she had.

Diner

We ducked in there for some lunch after a long morning of hiking and we just enjoyed the place. The food was so/so, but the people were great and the pudding was, well, amazing.

It looked like a boiled brain in custard, but alas dear reader, it was worth all the walking just to share it with Herself.




Good memories.

2 comments:

  1. I miss England. Marc and I both do. There is an "English Pub" in Steinbach that has sticky toffee pudding, but it's not quite the same. Plus, I'm still not sure you're actually *allowed* to drink in a pub in Steinbach. It's a different world here in southern Manitoba.

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