Showing posts with label tea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tea. Show all posts

Thursday, November 11, 2010

England...the Land of Beer and Tea...kind of

Random photo from September. We went to 0 Longitude!



When American's think of England, then tend to think of stereotypes (terrible teeth made up for by adorable accents, polite queing, adoration of the royal family except for Charles), many of these stereotypes coming from Hollywood ("I feel like I'm living in a Hugh Grant movie" - Kirsten, our most recent awesome houseguest). Some, but not all, of these turn out to be true (newsflash! In London, no one forms a queue). However, the stereotypes about beer and tea are absolutely true. The pub is completely central to English life, and tea is completely central to any work or social gathering, or really any personal encounter (I was recently offered tea when I went to pick up my new suit jacket from the tailor). However, both of these come with caveats that I feel are worth explaining.

I was so excited for drinking beer in England. Finally, a land not ruled by Budwiser and Coors and Miller! Going to a pub with multiple beers I'm excited about drinking! Not having to listen to Danny whine about what a terrible word "drinkability" is! While the first and third of those statements have proven to be correct, I've been disappointed in the beer selection, both at pubs and at beer stores.

Okay, so first a little background. There are two kinds of pubs here: "free houses", which can serve whichever beer they want, and pubs owned by a brewing company (generally one of the big English companies, like Youngs or Greene King). Most free houses will have two or maybe three "real ales," and then a selection of continental favorites like Amstel and Heinekin. (And always Peroni. Why do the Italians even bother making beer when they do everything else so well? well, except politics.) Now don't get me wrong, I'd much rather have Heinekin than Bud Light, but it just leaves something to be desired. Pubs owned by a brewer will whatever range of beers that brewer makes (which usually includes something darkish, several ales, maybe a lager), which is okay, but I always feel like I'm buying beer from The Man when I end up at one of these pubs. What's curious is that our trips to the lake district and several CAMRA beer festivals have shown that the UK makes lots of delicious beer, it just doesn't tend to show up in London pubs. I guess this is just my way of saying that I miss Sam Adams and Harpoon and Smuttynose and Brooklyn Brewery...

However, I should add that I still really enjoy our local pubs - we consider ourselves lucky enough to have five pubs close enough to be "local" - The Star, The Dartmouth Arms, The Lord Palmerston, The Bull and Last, The Southampton Arms. Here's the quick rundown of each pub, complete with the nickname that Danny has given each one. Points if you can figure out how each one was derived! (Sorry for the repetition from one of Danny's earlier posts, but I think that speaks to how great English pubs are!)

The Star - no nickname here. This one is just around the corner, so it's our go-to pub for a weeknight pint. It's quiet during the week, but it serves great food and is a trendy place to be come the weekend! The only pub where we know the manager by her first name.

The Dartmouth Arms (aka Al's Posse) - The less trendy heart of Dartmouth Park, this place shows football, has board games, and does an amazing plate of chips. It also has really funky pink flowered wallpaper, and we're just dying to try out their breakfast.

The Lord Palmerson (aka The Tap) - We walk by it every day on the way to the tube/bus, so when it's time for a drink we're less inclined to head back in that direction, but it also has a casual, local feel.

The Bull and Last (aka the Cow and First...okay that nickname's not as complicated) - we've only ever been once, and it has a fairly typical beer selection, but it's the menu that really got us excited to go back. Lots of yummy-sounding veggie options, and they've written all their local food suppliers on the wall, which is a good sign. We tried to go for lunch last Sunday and they said they weren't taking new food orders because the kitchen was too busy. It's a good sign for the quality of the food, but what is that supposed to mean? Aren't you in the food service industry?

The Southampton Arms (aka The Attempt) - Danny was singing the praises of this one in an earlier post about our pub crawl, but I'll repeat. This is where the real beer is. All from small breweries, all real ale and real cider (though real cider is actually pretty gross), and the staff really knows their beer. When Mark asked for "the hoppiest beer you've got", they knew exactly which ones to recommend. Unfortunately, when it comes to hoppiness, English beers just can't compete with American ones. Such is the plight of those brought up on Harpoon IPA.

But back to the main point about generally limited beer selection (The S.A. not withstanding)...the phenomenon is curiously repeated when it comes to tea. Tea is everywhere. At work, no one shows up to a meeting without a cuppa, and everyone who couldn't bring their own is immediately offered one (and never in anything other than a proper mug). Every tense situation on soap operas is accompanied with a plea along the lines of, "Don't leave! Let me just put on the kettle and we can discuss this!" And it's also totally normal to order tea in a pub. But the English are not really into fancy tea. I would guess that most households just have a stock of unremarkable English Breakfast, and that's it. And you'll rarely even hear people refer to it as English Breakfast. To them it's just...tea. I was doing fine with this model for a while (plus mint tea to have at night), but recently I've gotten desperate for something more complex, and we've gotten some earl grey and chai.

I guess I would say that when it comes to tea, it's really much more about the experience of tea than the flavor of tea. Something that makes you feel calm and safe, something to warm up those blustry English days, something that makes you pause for a moment to appreciate a curling whisp of steam rising off a milky lake. and that's tea I can believe in.

Monday, September 20, 2010

But on the other hand...

...it still is your grandfather's England.

(Slight divergence for RPOTD:


Mike was here! We met up in Salzburg where he was attending a prion conference, then we took a quick swing through Munich to drink beer by the liter, then he hung out with us (and my mom!) in London for a day. It was excellent!)

But back to your grandfather's England. In many ways, England still exhibits that quaint, slightly stodgy charm that Americans expect from the home of Shakespeare and Jane Austen. For example, last week I took a day off work to explore the southwest edge of London with my mom. First we explored the truly magnificent Kew Gardens, which features some of the oldest greenhouses in Europe, all full of flowering plants and other greenery from all over the world. There is also an excellent butterfly room. There is nothing that makes you appreciate the fragility of living things like looking at a butterfly up close.

What really struck me about this day, however, was the visit to Richmond, where we walked along the Thames and got afternoon tea. Here we were, sitting within the bounds of London, a city of 8 million people, and we had this view:
Okay, so it's hard to tell because of the glare of the window, but there are cows in that field. Cows! In London! My mom wanted to experience the English countryside, and it turns out we could get there on the tube.

Also amusing were the two men in suits discussing Somerset's unfortunate season in county cricket (despite another solid season from Trescothick), while enjoying coffee with biscuits. And they ordered the biscuits specifically. If there's one thing that ties all Englanders together, it may be a love of biscuits. All hotel rooms come with a small packet of these crunchy treats. At my conference in Oxford there was a break for tea and coffee every 90 minutes (!), which was always accompanied by a wide assortment of biscuits. The cafe around the corner served Danny a solo cup of tea, then came around to the table to offer him several fresh-baked ones when they came out of the oven. I've heard grown men grumble when their tea is served without an accompanying biscuit. And so on.

This is just a few small examples, but I think the love of biscuits and the proximity of cows to central London are good examples of how England has maintained a delightfully antiquated charm while still galloping along with the pace of the modernizing world. And just for the record, lest anyone think I am being judgmental, I love biscuits, too. I also love afternoon tea!

UPDATE FROM DANNY: For, perhaps, the best bit of biscuit humor I've ever seen, here's Rob Brydon on Would I Lie to You.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Academia, England-style

Random Photo that Danny thought was funny:

Oxford may only be the 6th best university in the world (thanks, Stephen, for posting the link), but it's still an amazing place for a weekend trip and conference! Thanks to my cushy connections at the LSHTM, I got to attend a Health Policy conference earlier this week, held at Madgalen College in Oxford. The conference was Monday and Tuesday, but Danny and I headed out on Sunday morning to see just how Oxford compared to Cambridge (which, incidentally, just leaped over Harvard for best university in the world). Although the hands-down verdict is that Cambridge is better (I mean, who punts from inside the boat?!), we had a great time. Highlights of the visit included:

- Visiting Christ Church (which is a college, not a church, although it does have quite a large church), where some scenes from Harry Potter 1 and 2 were filmed, and where Charles Lutwidge Dodgson was inspired to write Alice in Wonderland. Alice was the young daughter of the dean of the college. Every night after dinner the dean would leave via a hidden door and back staircase - the white rabbit was based on him. Alice also had a cat named Dinah who would sit in a tree next to the library.

- Listening to bees. Just so you're assured that Oxford does have a hippy-dippy side, we visited a socio-ecological project where a guy has set up 2 bee hives, with a stethescope in each one so you can sit and listen to the bees doing their thing. It was pretty cool.

- Cream tea

- Dinner at one of Jamie Oliver's Italian restaurants. Tired of going to pubs and finding just one veggie option, we splurged for some home-made Italian goodness. And it was good.

- The Ashmolean museum: art and old things.

- The Museum of the History of Science. Lots of beautiful, hand-made astronomical tools that I don't understand, the original 1940 journal describing the use of penicillin (not that long ago!), several of Marconi's first radios, and a chilling display of the first anesthesia delivery system from the 1840's next to a bone-saw kit from the late 1700's. Ouch.


But it wasn't all fun and games and tea (although we did buy a new game, and we did drink a lot of tea). We were also there to learn. While Danny went to the Bodleian library to read the records of the conservative party, I began in earnest my foray into the social sciences. It was really great to think about the more large-scale aspects of health, rather than just how we treat diseases. Topics ranged from the fairly straightforward (do policies to include patients in safety efforts work, and what determines whether patients want to get involved) to the obscure-but-thought-provoking (focusing on social governance and the fate of all humanity rather than politial and economic gains).

The keynote address happened to be by Ted Marmor, on the recent health care reform in the US, and how we managed to get a "Republican style" plan that no republicans voted for (answer? US senate structure. and some other stuff). But he is hopeful that some of the new laws regarding private insurance may pave the way towards more universal, if not single payer, health care.

Another point that was driven home in this conference is that in the UK, health care policy changes all the time. Yes, the NHS has been in place since 1948, but they (politicians) feel the need to make some slight change every 2-3 years - changing the details GP contracts, changing public health priorities, changing the flow of money. All of which of course means that there's very little time to evaluate policies, and everyone does so under the assumption that they will just change in a few years away. And doctors have just gotten used to the idea that while the policies change constantly, once the dust settles they will go back to practicing medicine as usual. Whether that will be the case with the new White Paper, though, is anyone's guess. But more on that later. For now, it's off to Salzburg!