Best curry ever was in a small pub in York that Charlene’s boyfriend Mark took us to – had fish and chips (not bad!) and a sweet curry sauce.
Wow was that curry good.
A shop in York sold nothing but curry. Smelled so good I didn’t want to leave.
So when we left Leeds castle and found our hotel, I had curry on my mind. The desk clerk recommended The Rose Inn.
Worst dinner of the trip.
See, there are degrees of spiciness to curry. That, I knew. You can launch NASA rockets with a hot enough curry. Medium spice, I thought, should be okay. Not too much heat.
That stuff lit me up from the first bite. Singed my taste buds right off.
I. Was. Dying.
(Did I mention when you order a glass of water in the U.K. it won’t have ice in it? Yeah.)
When I went to the restroom (toilet in U.K.) my face was so red I looked like I had a sunburn.
Yeah, medium spice was WAYYYYY too hot.
But as bad as that was, that’s not what ruined the meal.
Well, yeah, it did.
But what else did was this: the meats are all overcooked. You can get a medium rare-ish hamburger at GBK (and awesome pesto mayo) and perfectly grilled chicken at Nando, but most things roast-oriented are well done. As in, really well done. To where they have that papery mouth feel. What’s the point of lamb if it’s tough and you can’t tell if from the (overcooked, tough) beef in a pie or roast or tandoori?
Now, this is a small complaint, to be sure. The vast majority of the food has been really good.
But maybe this is the root of the “British food sucks” problem.
Food for thought, so to speak.
Meanwhile, ice cream put out the curry fire, no Tums necessary.
Thank god. I nearly burst into flames.