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Eggs Benedict has to be pretty high up on the list but sometimes life just screams out for an English muffin topped with crispy bacon, a poached egg and a huge dollop of gooey hollandaise sauce.


I'm still craving a 99, btw - and now I have to have some Eggs Benedict, too.

As Im currently in Scotland, deep fried capital of the world can I recommend a King Rib supper. Flavoured, mechanically recovered pork, shaped into a rib rack shape, deep fried in batter and covered in salt. With chips and washed down with Irn Bru, legs dangling off Oban pier watching the boats coming in with fresh cod, all bound for England.
"Soss" a tangy blend of brown sauce and vinegar is "the best" but is an East coast and central belt staple. This being the west highlands your basic salt and vinegar rules. As does a full written explanation of what haggis is for aged English tourists. Oban is like day of the living dead at the moment. And that's before the King Rib.

I've been to Oban - in fact for a "holiday" my parents once forced me to stay a week in cottage there. Bleak doesn't come close.


And as MrBen aptly demonstrates it is a culinary desert. I knew this at 14 before I'd even tasted pesto!


Are there worse places in Britain for food than Oban? Nominations with descriptions please....

david_carnell Wrote:

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> Are there worse places in Britain for food than

> Oban? Nominations with descriptions please....



My nan's house.


Course, she's dead now, so I shouldn't say owt bad, but let me tell you, "juices" from the chip pan are not gravy.

veryseriousgirl Wrote:

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> Sometimes I am awfully proud to have been born in

> Texas.

>

> http://www.telegraph.co.uk/foodanddrink/foodanddri

> nknews/7973944/Deep-fried-beer-invented-in-Texas.h

> tml


I love the last paragraph:


Last year's winner of the Texas state fair fried food competition was a recipe for deep-fried butter.


Er....WTF?!

MrBen Wrote:

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> As Im currently in Scotland, deep fried capital

> of the world can I recommend a King Rib supper.

> Flavoured, mechanically recovered pork, shaped

> into a rib rack shape, deep fried in batter and

> covered in salt. With chips and washed down with

> Irn Bru, legs dangling off Oban pier watching the

> boats coming in with fresh cod, all bound for

> England.



THATS why you moved to East Dulwich - for a longer life. Now come home before your heart collapses.

Having said that, a favourite lunch of mine is fried sliced pork luncheon meat on bread and butter.


My Gran gave it to me as a treat when I was a nipper. War time favourite it was, only then they used dripping not butter.

The North on a Plate: BBC4 right now.


Not one for Quids, perhaps, but there's an entertaining cultural historian talking about the "Terroir" of the North. Results so far: Lob Scouse and Wigan's pie eaters.


"In the words of Morrissey, the greatest poet these parts have ever produced..."


All good stuff. Also:


"Pie eating in Wigan is not just a tradition, it's also a palimpsest"


Awesome.

Chips now.


"To be called to the supreme destiny that every Lancashire potato dreams of. To become... a Blackpool chip."


"Is there a link between Terroir and chippy technology?"


"These were men retiring from engineering jobs so fettling up a fish and chip range would come naturally to them."

"I've arranged a rendevous with Marjorie Houlihan... who's researched the Lancashire tripe trade."


"Tripe has defeated me. The answer is to go somewhere that can make tripe tempting to the modern palate... how about Salford?"


"He's fighting the cause of terroir. He is in fact a terroirist."

Ted Max Wrote:

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>

> "Pie eating in Wigan is not just a tradition, it's

> also a palimpsest"


A proud proud proud day. I have contacted one of Wigan's finest pie makers and arranged a par-baked delivery of a case of their very best meat and taters to reside in my freezer and be consumed according to my whims. I rather fancy they'd be super with a side of Ganapati's beetroot pickle.

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