Bless their hearts, there’s something not quite right about English food. Like canned corn niblets in tuna salad. Prawn cocktail-flavored potato chips. And sausages with a mealy texture that’s off-putting to most Americans.
There are areas in which they excel–chocolate, of course. Cheddar and stilton are two of the world’s grandest cheeses.
By my count, we sampled close to 20 different beers on our trip. One interesting fun fact about the beer in England–even the darkest, heaviest beers have less alcohol content than a Miller Lite.
We had Cotleigh Red-nosed Reindeer. Woodenhand Pirate’s Golf. Christmas Fairy. West Country Pitchfork and Yellow Hammer.
We had them in places that looked like this:
One of the great novelties of travel for me is riding trains. There is no mass transit where I live. There’s not even a bus. So riding trains is an adventure. Early on I found out about the Rail Ale Trails. The train operators have teamed up with independent pubs that offer locally-made beers. It may be a marketing gimmick, but we got a kick out of it.
One place where we stopped was so small that we had to tell the conductor we wanted to get off there. To get back on, you have to stand on the platform and wave at the engineer as the train approaches.
Our destination was just on the other side of the station and across a river.
We sat here and sampled Somerset Mad Ale and Commando Bitter.
Chips aren’t the only food the English will flavor oddly.
This one was Husband’s. I don’t even go down the banana aisle at the store. He liked it, but said it’s certainly not something he’d rush out and buy a case of.
For me, the best beer was this one. Not only for its taste, but for its label too.
Beer this good can make you forget about the corn in your tuna fish sandwich. Cheers!