I’m still working my way through my London Bucket list. We’ve about three more weeks left here in the UK and I’ve still got to squeeze in Kew Gardens, Greenwich Observatory and a ride on a Boris bike. I’ve sacked off THAT Abbey Road photo as we need Daddy for it and he’s already in California waiting for us.
But today, we ticked off another! Jellied eels. Wibble wobble.
Ok, so it wasn’t in the famous M.Manze’s in East London as planned – I only made it as far as Romford’s Robins. And ok, I didn’t do both the hot and cold serve – one portion of eels was more than enough. But I did it. Today, I tipped my hat to a great East London tradition. Today, I feel more ‘Londoner’ than ever.
The verdict on jellied eels: I might feel more ‘Londoner’, but I also feel a little sick. It’s like eating fishy spam. With bones in it. It was far meatier than I thought, but the jelly texture just threw me. NEVER again. I left my Dad to clean up (he loves the sludgy bit with vinegar and pepper. *pukes in mouth*) while I polished off the classic pie and mash. I’ll be sticking to that thank you very much! Delicious.
Harry joined us for lunch but eyed up those eels suspiciously while guzzling mash and gravy.
Read our other London bucket list ‘ticks’ here:
The full bucket list is HERE