Who Cooks It Better? UK vs USA

You know that segment in trashy celebrity magazines called Who Wore It Better? There are side-by-side pictures of two different celebrities wearing the same outfit with a percentage of votes preferring one over another.

There should be something similar called Who Cooked It Better, although there wouldn’t be anything interesting to report since America would win 100% of the time.

Here’s one reason I couldn’t move to London: I wasn’t impressed by any of the meals I ate. I wish I could say differently, but truthfully, the food wasn’t phenomenal and for the price, it lacked value. Alas, I am a very very spoiled California gal.

Check out some of the London lowlights with my alternative for a better meal in San Francisco.

Tea at Bea’s of Bloomsbury at St. Paul’s. Better bet: Dartealing in SF with cucumber sandwiches that are light, yet scrumptious. Very disappointed with the rock-hard sandwiches seen below at Bea’s.


Polpo in Soho. While this was one of the better meals we ate, I still prefer A16 in SF which is similar, but way better.


Racine in Knightsbridge. They get one star for having foie gras on the menu. But look at this horrible presentation! They also scowled when Dean asked for crostinis. Hmmm, I don’t know any restaurant that serves foie gras completely on its own. So many French places to choose from in SF, but I’ll go with Fringale in SOMA.


We ate at the much-heralded Pizza East in Shoreditch on our last night. I’d lost my appetite with my sickness so didn’t have any pizza, but the meatballs were divine. Nevertheless, Zero Zero in SF is still the best.

2 Nights in Chianti

Villa Bordoni

Last you heard from me about Italy, I was crying over mosquito-infested Florence. No more tears once we picked up our Peugeot SUV rental and skedaddled to our next spot: Greve-in-Chianti. Moreover, that frown of mine turned into the Cheshire cat smile once I found out our lux hotel upgraded us to the biggest room in the villa. Score 1 for the honeymooners! With the bar and gourmet restaurant, the open air fitness pavilion, and the spa in the bathroom with hydro massage jets, there really was no reason to leave Villa Bordoni.

But alas we did to do some wine tasting. The Chianti region is very hilly and peppered with hamlets (small villages) where you could stop, look out from castle ruins, finally eat good food, and drink mediocre wine.

I really was not pleased with the food in Italy until we got to Chianti. For example, in Florence I ordered anchovy spaghetti at a restaurant that came recommended from several sources. There wasn’t a single anchovy in my dish. The spaghetti had the anchovy taste so it must have been dipped in the broth, but that’s it. Can you imagine eating a plate of noodles without anything else? Most of our experiences were like that. All carb, no meaty substance. For one of our lunches we both ordered rigatoni with bacon and eggs. Sounds good, right? Our plates came out filled with rigatoni and maybe 15 bacon bits. Bacon bits, like the stuff that comes out of a shaker. So often I took one bite of my entree and sadly said, “disgusting.” I would bet on any restaurant in North Beach over many of the restaurants in Venice and Florence—let alone A16 or Delfina.

Oh goodness, I have a spoiled California palate.

Pictures from the Chianti region.