I feel bad.
I have not written a post in two months, and I’ve barely written any this year.
It’s not that I don’t have anything to post about, nor that I don’t have the time. I just don’t seem to have gotten around to it.
My crapness aside, let’s talk about Street Feast.
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I’m painfully conscious that I’ve not posted for a while.
Don’t imagine for a minute I’ve been nowhere worth writing about. I’ve just been incredibly bad at remembering to take photos, distracted by the fun and games of Christmas and also been buying a house.
I shall compensate with a whistle-stop tour of some of the highlights.
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Ribs, brisket and pulled pork have been springing up as guest stars or as the foundation stones of entire restaurants on a regular basis over the last few years.
For a long time, H and I would slake our desire for American-style meats at Bodean’s in Soho. We’d snack on a pulled pork sandwich with some fries in the casual seating upstairs, and wish we were on a Texas road trip.
These days even Wetherspoon’s sells pulled pork. However there are lots of specialist places to choose from, and on a recent trip to Glasgow we tried a couple.
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