Offbeat Eats

After we wrapped up our sales activities in Farnborough, with a small side trip to visit companies in Harwell, we found ourselves briefly back in London at Kings Cross Station, waiting for our train up to Leeds in West Yorkshire. On my last trip on the UK’s East Coast main lines (back in 2016, after our trip to the Faroe Islands), the trains were being run by Virgin Trains East Coast, but due to low revenue, Virgin returned the operations to the British Government, and they are now run by London North Eastern Railway Limited (LNER), a state-owned rail operation company. So this was my first chance to experience LNER trains and their meal service (on our first class tickets).

After 3 long days at the Farnborough Air Show, we had to pack up to go to Leeds. But on our last evening, we decided to go into downtown Wokingham to find an interesting dinner. Wokingham is an old market town, and still has that basic layout at the town centre (Peach Place), so after parking, we found ourselves in the central market area of Wokingham looking at a handful of good options for outdoor dining. We ended up selecting an Indian restaurant, Bombay Story.

near his flat in Pimlico. I decided that this would be a great chance to do one of our Offbeat Eats Health Check re-visits to one of my favorite spots of 2019: Gopal’s Corner, located in Market Halls Victoria.

Before I had to head out to Wokingham for my work trip, I went out with Dan and Sophie for dinner. We wanted a place with some interesting cuisine that was still a short walk from Pimlico, and Dan had just the place picked out Chinese food at Má Là Taste of Sichuan.

While our group was attending the Farnborough Airshow, we staying at a hotel on the outskirts of Wokingham. This was convenient for our transportation to and from the Farnborough Airshow itself (Wokingham is about halfway between Heathrow and Farnborough), but the hotel itself was on the edge of town, so aside from it’s on-site pub (which, oddly, had beer from Shipyard in the States on tap), there wasn’t much in walking distance. However, there was one notable exception to this, The Oakingham Belle. So on our second night in town, we decided to walk over and check them out and enjoy some good, old-school English pub classics.

This July landed me an interesting assignment: the State of New Hampshire and the NH Aerospace Defense Consortium were leading a trade mission to the UK, with the primary goals of visiting the biennial Farnborough International Airshow and then doing a small side trade mission to West Yorkshire, focusing on Leeds. This was an excellent trip in itself (Farnborough is one of the best airshows in the world for both aircraft displays and having virtually every aerospace company in the West in attendance), but my trip also gave me a handful of days before and after the official trip to visit with my brother and sister-in-law in London. Shortly after arrival, Dan announced that we should go out for lunch, and had a specific destination in mind: heading out to Peckham for pozole at Guacamoles.

One of the peculiar things about regularly visiting London is that with a few exceptions, over the past 16 years we’ve generally exhausted the list of “standard” tourist attractions (some of them multiple times), which gives us a chance to have more relaxing visits focusing on friends, new restaurants, and revisits to favorite haunts. But one of the long-lingering items of standard tourist attractions still remaining on the list was actually visiting the Observation Deck on Tower Bridge, which way back in 2014 even got a nice upgrade with the addition of a glass floor. It’s actually a great spot, especially for gazing over the Thames or Tower of London complex, and highly recommended. Afterward, we were looking for a light lunch away from the crowds as we walked back to Westminster from Tower Bridge, and ended up going to a favorite of my brother and sister-in-law, Comptoir Libanais.

There are few London traditions of mine as sacred as going out for a good old-fashioned fry-up: a “Full English” breakfast, with at least bacon, sausage, eggs, beans, and toast, and I usually like to add even more to that (at a minimum, tomatoes, and usually black pudding as well). In the area around Pimlico, there’s exactly one place that anyone should even consider for that, and it’s the classic greasy spoon, The Regency Cafe. Virtually every trip of mine to London, even short ones, involve a trip to The Regency, except for holiday trips where they are closed. Indeed, one of my earliest reviews here in 2007 was for The Regency.

One of the joys of going to London is that it gives me a lot of opportunities to explore cuisines that I usually don’t find in New England, and may even have trouble finding in the US at all. In this case, my visit gave me a good chance to visit a second location of Iberia that recently had opened a short walk from my Brother’s London flat. To get something out of the way, “Iberia” is an interesting placename; Western European and North American English speakers usually use this term referring to Spain and Portugal (the Iberian Peninsula, after the ancient Greek name for the river, Íbēros), but the term also applies to another ancient geographical region almost 4000 km to the east, the ancient Georgian kingdom of Kartli, which was also known to the Greeks as Iberia. So Iberia in Pimlico is serving up classic Georgian food, and since it has been several years since I last had a foray into Georgian cuisine, we decided to make that our last major meal of my visit.

(Closed) I started visiting the UK regularly when my brother started dating my now sister-in-law Sophie, and on most visits we had between 2006 and 2019, a common side trip was visiting my Aunt Sue, who lived just outside of Windsor, which is just a relatively short train trip from London, usually visiting with Sue, helping out around her house, and occasionally going out for a nice meal. She had a few favorite places, including The Pineapple in Dorney, the Windsor Farm Shop, and, for special occasions, Gilbey’s in Eton. Unfortunately, my aunt passed away in September 2022; in April we were finally able to complete the arrangements to bury her ashes in the splendid Stoke Poges Memorial Gardens in a small ceremony. Afterward, we retired to nearby Eton, and had a memorial dinner at Gilbey’s in her honor.