My father (94 yo, still going, moved to Spain last year) joined the Royal Aircraft Establishment at Farnborough in 1944, working on the tail plane design for the Gloster Meteor. I’ve always been hugely impressed by this, but he has little good to say about his time there, and recounts days of stultifying boredom in the drawing office, waiting for things to do.
And why not! I type this in a bar near Toronto – in Canada its chips with everything here. There are food trucks that just serve fries. Unless its – Poutine – ie chips, gravy and cheese curds (aka – a little piece of heaven).
Had poutine once in Ottawa and once in Toronto. Both times, after a few drinks of course, it was luvverly. In deepest South Norfolk last year we stumbled into a pub run by an enormously fat Canadian. Ah, we thought, this poutine will be most fabulous. Most disgusting meal we have ever had bar none. Strange tasting meaty (ferret?) mince-like (?) stuff topped with cheese retrieved from Sainsbury’s skip which smelt like Alan Gilzean’s jockstrap on a hot North London day in late August and potatoes which had never ever actually been potatoes all swimming in a brown liquid whose origin and purpose remain a complete mystery.
Those menu boards in Farnborough in comparison look manna from a culinary heaven
Bloody Farnborough!
I have to drive there and back every day to take my daughter to college. I reckon nearly every Kid within a 100-mile radius goes to Farnborough college.
I haven’t gone into the town centre for a few years. The last time I did, its Mall looked like it was stuck in an 80’s timewarp.
Mmm
IIRC, there’s quite a number of ex Gurkhas around there and therefore a few decent Nepalese restaurants.
This is what Farnborough says to me – didn’t know you could get chips with it.
My father (94 yo, still going, moved to Spain last year) joined the Royal Aircraft Establishment at Farnborough in 1944, working on the tail plane design for the Gloster Meteor. I’ve always been hugely impressed by this, but he has little good to say about his time there, and recounts days of stultifying boredom in the drawing office, waiting for things to do.
And why not! I type this in a bar near Toronto – in Canada its chips with everything here. There are food trucks that just serve fries. Unless its – Poutine – ie chips, gravy and cheese curds (aka – a little piece of heaven).
But never as good in Ontario as in Quebec!
Always fancied trying it. Wonder if you can make it into a canapé and serve it on a cracker – you could call it Poutine on the Ritz.
You can get poutine in Pie in Hull. It’s excellent – perfect closing-time food.
Had poutine once in Ottawa and once in Toronto. Both times, after a few drinks of course, it was luvverly. In deepest South Norfolk last year we stumbled into a pub run by an enormously fat Canadian. Ah, we thought, this poutine will be most fabulous. Most disgusting meal we have ever had bar none. Strange tasting meaty (ferret?) mince-like (?) stuff topped with cheese retrieved from Sainsbury’s skip which smelt like Alan Gilzean’s jockstrap on a hot North London day in late August and potatoes which had never ever actually been potatoes all swimming in a brown liquid whose origin and purpose remain a complete mystery.
Those menu boards in Farnborough in comparison look manna from a culinary heaven
Have an “up” sir for “Poutine on the Ritz”
Someone would skid in the gravy, it’s a health and safety nightmare.
Another “up.” Brilliant!
Any sign of the Moon Safari hitmakers?
Bloody Farnborough!
I have to drive there and back every day to take my daughter to college. I reckon nearly every Kid within a 100-mile radius goes to Farnborough college.
I haven’t gone into the town centre for a few years. The last time I did, its Mall looked like it was stuck in an 80’s timewarp.