A few observations from an American for the first time in England.
Food: Surprisingly close to what I get back in the States. Grocery shopping has been less of a jolt, believe it or not, than shopping in Canada. Prices are similar to what I pay. Normally I can get what I want. The grocery store layout is even similar to what I'm used to. Strange difference: refrigerated meat cases aren't lit well, and I had to wave my hand in the case to assure myself that what I was seeing was cooled. There are a lot of quaint name differences: chicken dippers, minced beef, and biscuits come to mind. The only culinary surprise (a shock, really) was my first taste of English mustard. Goodness! Jerry didn't have a chance back in 1941: had they occupied the country the occupied could have just fed the Germans that stuff. Eye watering.
|The label on the side said it was a "4" [out of 5] for spiciness. I think it was in metric, like in kg instead of pounds.|
Signs: The English signs are more to-the-point and thorough and remind us of the quaint differences in expressions between the U.S. and its mother country.
Weather: It's really hard to predict what it's going to do on any given day. It's been cool enough to justify pants each day, though today could've been a shorts day.
Mass Transit: Love the tube. Love the buses. Best mass transit I've used yet. My favorite is the uniformed attendant willing to help at each stop.
Beer: It's good. Not as different and ale-ey as I expected. Perhaps it's just American breweries overdo the hops in their beers. I had my first pint pulled from a pub last night. The whole somewhat warm ale experience. It was fine.
|My first English pint: a Cornish ale.|
**There are more pictures I wish to add but there is a lag regarding the images on my phone synchronizing with Google's servers.