Always remember, dear reader, that one foodie’s weird is another foodie’s wonderful.
The other night, bidding farewell to my guests following a meal, a heavy hand grabbed my shoulder from behind. It wasn’t an old friend who had spotted me from across the car park.
Don’t get me wrong: there’s lot to love about a summer in the U.S.—especially if you’ve just emerged from a brutal northern winter.
I realize now that I was laughably unprepared for my first oral examination by an American. One of my back molars has ached, on and off, for the last eight years. I mentioned this to a British dentist once.
Sometime during the early 1990s, a new and exciting breakfast product appeared on the shelves of British supermarkets. I was aware of Kellogg’s Pop-Tarts thanks to American television shows, and when I saw boxes of them stacked into a …
Most Brits in the U.S, will, at some point, have summer guests visiting from the Mother Country. While expats have become (somewhat) accustomed to life here, it’s often surprisingly alien to our visitors.
The other morning I was placing an order in my local bagel establishment when the sweet-looking elderly woman next in line accosted me. “You’re Australian, aren’t you?” she said with a knowing smile.
Prepare to burn your Michael McIntyre DVDs, expats, and replace them with the complete works of these astonishing, all-American jesters. (See also: 10 British comedians who Americans should know.
A recent Buzzfeed post (“How to Annoy Brits”) has “Praise Them Publicly” as No. 16. I’ll go one further and say that we Brits don’t do well with public praise in general, so coming to the U.
Most of us are familiar with the regular American police officer from watching cop shows over the years. They wear the dark blue uniform, a peaked cap and pack a serious amount of heat around their often-expansive midriffs.