Chelsea Kitchen
A pub must be the symbol of British culture. It's fun to me holding a whiskey
glass and watching people. It's funny the English Gentlemen got loosing
their reason with amount of alcohol. But it's not funny any more after
they cross the limit. Don't let 'em drink too much. It's well known matter
in Europe.
In the meantime what do you image as the typical dish of England? Fish'n
chips, kidney pie or ox tail soup? For me, I choose curry. You see curry
fast-food shops here and there in London. Generally it's run by the Pakistanis
or Indian. You have many choices for curry. And usually you order rice
or Indian bread with it. Of course you can take it out. Well, the taste
is not always two thumbs up. But it also rare giving 'em a failing mark.
At least curry is much closer to my taste than the kidney of cow.
However if I wanna eat curry every day, England must be a wrong place.
I should go to India. And I was so tired of super market's sandwich which
was completely lost its freshness too. After all I was walking down the
street of London with hunger. And I was looking for "an ultimate restaurant"
where I can have a variety of dishes in reasonable price.
I found it on King's Road. The King's Road was Mecca of punk fashion. But
the restaurant had no relationship with the punk at all. It's called Chealsea
Kitchen. Well, it's a family atmospheric diner rather than a restaurant.
A menu was in reasonable price. And it had some similarity to the Japanese
diner which I was familiar with. Curry, pasta, sandwich, stake ... every
thing was there. You may say "Oh! Come on. You should go to more gorgeous
restaurant during a travel." But I think it's quite normal that my
taste was based on my daily life in Japan. And in the diner, I felt casual
air of London which was totally different from Japanese one.
The staffs were multinational unite from all over the Europe. A man at
the cashier had strong Andalusian accent of Spanish. So he was always chaffed
by other staffs. But I yearned for the accent. He looked to be pleased when I told him I also had used to be in Malaga
of Andalusia before
The waitresses were friendly enough. The warm atmosphere attracted many
customers. Sometime I was brought to my hotel with other customer's car.
The floors were on the ground and basement. It's usually crowded with people
but not so much as waiting for long time. That's one of the reason I preferred
it. Whenever I stayed in London, I have visited there for 14 years. Chelsea
Kitchen is the perfect diner to me.
Today's piece
" Imagination " London, UK 1992 |