Gastronomic treats around the UK.

[Gob]

That's the problem with the retard, he cannot see that others may be able to discuss ....anything... without trying to prove that their taste/likes/country/ etc are "the best".

It's the sign of his deeply childish and insecure personality that he has to do so.

He hasn't developed as a person one tiny iota since adolescence.

[MajGenl.Meade]

I've been to England, France and New Orleans. Your native cuisine is nothing special. Get over it.
The great cuisines of the world are: Indian, Chinese, Thai, French, and New Orleans.

That's interesting. I've been to England, France and New Orleans as well. And India, China and Thailand - and Malaysia, Hong Kong, Singapore, Taiwan, Indonesia, Jordan, Australia, New Zealand, Venezuela, C-eh-N-eh-D-eh, Italy, Mauritius and now South Africa and some other places too (uncivilized though - Wales, Scotland). I guess that must mean I no more than what you do then, guv'nor?

I've found that the great "cuisines" of the world actually are more to do with people than places. Some stuck up sticky beak restaurants are quite ordinary and some street vendors quite exceptional. All countries have special things worth the time and money to find and enjoy.

Except Cornwall

Meade

eta bugger! I forgot Japan

[BoSoxGal]

Bullshit! One word: pasties.

And sorry, grumpy rubato, but fish & chips is decidedly one of the great delicacies of the world!

[Gob]

THE MAN known to a generation of Rochdale kids as the black pea man has died at the age of 83.

Arthur White's chirpy voice shouting 'black peas, black peas,' to the clanging accompaniment of his hand-bell, was a feature of Rochdale streets for more than 20 years. A familiar sight on his petrol-engined tricycle, specially built to carry his steaming hot black peas - a much loved supper treat, especially on dark winter nights - he was welcomed by beaming young faces wherever he went in the town. F

rom Syke to Spotland, Brimrod to Balderstone, the black pea man was an integral part of Rochdale's social - and culinary - history. And the sound of Arthur's bell meant far more to folk than just the arrival of the pea seller. Daughter Carol Stott said: "My dad did much more than dole out peas. He helped pensioners struggling with the new decimal currency, he helped an old lady find her glasses, leaving his barrow to do so, and 101 other little favours that won him a special place in customers' hearts." Hearts like those of the scores of people who wrote to him when he retired from his black pea round in 1973. Going through her dad's papers this week, Carol found one letter, with a child's crayon drawing of the barrow on the front, signed 'from two little girls in blue'. Carol said "There was also one of his customers who lived on Weston Avenue whose daughter had gone to live in Guernsey but really missed the Rochdale black pea man. Everytime he arrived on Weston Avenue the lady would open her door, ring her daughter in Guernsey and then stick the phone out of the door so she could hear dad's bell and his shout of 'black peas, black peas'."

Arthur White was born into a poor Rochdale family, the youngest of 14 children. After working as a labourer when he left school he then moved on to Fletcher Bolton's the timber merchants, when he began thinking of a business of his own. He built himself a cart - from a child's tricycle and a cotton case - bought himself some black peas, called on his first wife Irene to cook them and found himself in business. Leaving the cooking to his wife - he also only used best quality Canadian maple peas - he served a different district every day, five days a week, out from 4.30pm until 11pm or later, only retiring in 1973. His first wife Irene, who he had married in 1949, died in 1977 and in 1982 he married Kath who still lives in Queen Victoria Street where pride of place on the mantelpiece is Arthur's old hand bell.