One guidebook summed up the culinary landscape by saying that you could find good food in England, so long as you didn’t limit yourself to English food. So far, ethnic restaurants have outnumbered the expected pubs, and even the more pedestrian offerings have had a bit of flavor to them.
For instance, the local mini-mart presented some typical sandwich offerings and the more flavorful curried chicken and apples on a baguette. The same rang true of the office park cafe: I found myself with a steak and mushroom sandwich topped with an unexpected layer of fried egg. (The office park is quite smartly designed; half a dozen small buildings surround a central one with a quick cafe and more lesuirely restaurant.)
Unfortunately, the office and hotel are a bit out of town, so the nearby dinner selections are a little slim. Though we did pass a Nepalese place on our way to the reasonably authentic Manhattan Italian restaurant with a menu of traditional courses. Tonight’s late dinner of pizza at the lab wasn’t as authentic, but did pack a little more spice (and corn!) than deliveries at home.
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