Kukilon wrote:woof woof ! wrote:I've had breakfast in Beira, lunch in Lisbon and dinner in Diu . despite these locations being in three different continents they had two things in common , They were Portugese and they were all s'hit .![]()
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An englishman complaining about other countries food culture that is funny.
Yes - because all we eat over here is fish and chips.

I think you'd be suprised to see just how good the English CAN eat mate.
Just because we prefer food that tastes nice to a plate full of sh*t like most European countries troff, doesn't mean we are backwards in the food department.
You might like eating sh*t for breakfast, sh*t for Dinner, sh*t for tea, and sh*t whenever you chew.
I'd rather have something that tastes at least slightly better than the various piles of excrement I have sampled every single time I have ventured abroad.
On my European travels, I have been to France, Spain, Germany, Denmark, Holland and Belgium.
Each and every one served up food that would make a dead cow vomit with gusto. Each time has been in at least a 3* hotel, and a few have been in 4/5*.
In all, their rendition of a "Full English Breakfast" has included not one English ingredient. The beans taste like a badly-seasoned sock, the horse-tadgers passed as "sausages" just aren't, the eggs always seem to have been cooked in dettol, and there is no fried bread.
No black pudding.
No hash browns.
I'm sorry, but they are just falsely advertising snap. How can they say "Full" English breakfast, when half of the ingredients are missing, and the other half are no-doubt the 63 year-old rejections of an unfussy, starving Prisoner of War?
At least when you sample "foreign" cuisine over here, it bears some culinary resemblance to that of the country of it's origin.
If British food is so bad, and the rest of Europe's food is so brilliant - why are there no French restaurants? Why no Spanish, or German, or Portugese?
The only major European Country represented in the cooking sense in Britain is Italy.
And that's due mainly to the Pizza.
Your move, Sherlock.
