The Ritz in London. Oh my goodness, from the moment we walked in the door and down this hall.
You can probably see the grand piano – you can’t see that there was also a harp. Very appropriate, since I pretty much had died and gone to heaven, especially when my lunch arrived.
Langoustines. White asparagus. Pea shoots. A sauce that I couldn’t tell you what it was, other than glorious.
And then there was this.
Those are baby poached pears and various permutations of chocolate and the rest is a blur of deliciousness.
And finally (please forgive me for this one) I went to the powder room, and was so overwhelmed by the gorgeousness that yes, I did this.
I took a selfie in the ladies room. I was THAT American tourist. I did have the dignity to wait until there was nobody else there, but then I put it on Instagram. I was overwhelmed by the moment.
Once I was back in the States and had composed myself, I set about making the Southern husband and I some fish and chips…strips of sweet, tender cod dipped in beer batter and quickly deep fried just until they are golden and perfect, with slender chips (or fries, if you are from New Jersey). We ate them straight out of the newspaper cone I set them on to drain, with a little malt vinegar and salt shaken on for good measure. It wasn’t the Ritz, but that supper and the nice cup of tea that followed just might get me through until my next visit. So if you, like me, would like a little bit of London on your plate…fish and chips!
If you want a shortcut on the chips, frozen shoestring fries from your supermarket will cook up just fine in the hot oil. Follow the package directions for deep frying.