This time last year I was getting ready to jet off to England to visit friends in Leeds and spend a couple days in Edinburgh. My next bonafide vacation isn’t till June – waiting a year to take some real time off (you can’t include visiting family – well, I can’t since visiting family means hanging out with children and the usual familial insanity) is stupid. What a great trip that was… I miss the British Bombshell and her Splendid Man. In 2007 I learned that British academics come with an extra liver and set of kidneys.
So, I celebrated the magicalness of that trip to Ole Blighty by setting off for The Royal Mile Pub in that oh-so Scottish town of Wheaton, Maryland on Saturday. Teh Smitten and I were in the mood for whisky, ale, and pub food, and this place delivers. Of course, its also way the hell out of our way and Smit’s GPS unit totally took us the scenic route.
His Smitness had the Royal Mile sausage and mashed potatoes, which was mild but nice. I had the fish and chips and it was excellent – very lightly breaded. The bar even carries brown sauce but I went malt vinegar as a topper. We also had a couple whiskies each (Bowmore, Glenmorangie Madeira cask, Caol Ila and Speyburn) and an ale each (Belhaven and Old Peculiar). To top it off we have the home made trifle. The drive home was exhausting. Really wish that place was a bit closer.
On Sunday I went out and bought the stuff to scrapbook all my photos and other keepsakes from the trip. Yes, I know scrapbooking is a soccer mom pastime but the last one I did was for the Italy trip and that was 6 years ago. I even found the wee note book I bought so I could keep track of everything I saw, ate or drank. My poor, poor liver. How will I ever get it into shape for CA Central Coast wine country or the San Francisco absinthe maker?