posted by
owlfish at 04:12pm on 06/07/2005
When I told my cousin's boyfriend that I was moving from Toronto to London, he replied that I was moving from a city with bad food to a city with worse. I disagreed.
Feasting in the Northern Oceans of Medieval Academia. Moveable feast.
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My recollections of London (like another poster's, about three decades ago): It was easy to find bad food -- but once I knew what I was doing, it was just as easy to find good food.
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