This tea thing isn’t so bad after all. Tiny finger sandwiches, sweet chocolates, and scones with jam and cream make a great midday snack! At Westminster Abbey’s cafe.
London, indeed maybe all of Britain or the UK, seems to have a love affair with meat wrapped in pastry. From pasties to pies, you’re sure to see at least one of these concoctions on any pub menu. I’ve tried a couple of Steak and Ale pies since being here, and I dare say they might be on to something. Though I wish they’d just go ahead and douse the pie in gravy so I don’t have to wait for it to saturate through the flaky pastry, at which point it becomes soooo amazingly good. Only two data points, but The Mitre on Craven Hill has thus far beat out the Shakespeare in Victoria for the title of best pie. One evening soon I’ll try the ham and leek version, which will hopefully be as good as it sounds.
How I wish I had remembered the name of this restaurant, because the food was good, but the terrace setting was even better. Light filtered in through the bamboo covering, beautiful artwork adorned the back wall, and as in any Moroccan building, beautiful tiles abounded. The kefta were a tad under spiced, but the addition of the piquant sauce made them taste wonderful, so I had to wonder if this was by design. The meal was served with all manner of sides, including grilled and fresh veggies, a perfectly cooked rice pilaf, and fries. Somewhere to the east of Place Jemaa El Fna, next to Cafe Ristorante Salle.
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