July 2010

I hadn’t seen Sean in almost a year and the first thing I say when I see him in London is, “What are we eating?”

It was only logical for me to start my first meal in London with a classic English fry-up. I saw them everywhere, from the dingy corner dives to posh, trendy eateries. It must be the national dish or the collective comfort food of an entire country.

There are aspects in life where surprises can’t be tolerated. The full breakfast is probably one of them. One can always expect a traditional fry-up with two eggs, sausage, bacon, fried tomatoes, fried mushrooms, beans and toast with a big cup of builder’s tea.



When I told a couple of people in Paris that I was going to London to eat, the first thing they said was something criticizing British food. Well, the London I’m talking about mostly involves Chinese food.

So I come from a family that doesn’t tolerate mediocre Cantonese food. That sounds very spoiled but I grew up in the San Gabriel Valley and spent a lot of time in Richmond, British Columbia — two places that are known to have some of the best Chinese food in the Sino-diaspora and where talking about restaurants is sport. In Paris, I’m a bit resigned to pared down flavors and boring Chinese food that just adequately satisfies a craving, sometimes making me even more homesick.


Slideluck Potshow is a place for photographs to showcase their work to the local public. Before the slideshow begins, people are supposed to bring food to share.

There were a couple of salads, quiches, cheese, chips and dip. But like most potlucks where it’s bring what you want, it was heavy on the desserts. There were some stands by professional cooking groups, including a Paris culinary school, Cook’n with Class: