Buchanan Arms ...
Was a tea tax really all that bad? Was driving on the left side of the road truly so appalling? Was a downright refusal to support dental hygiene really worth it in the long run? I know hindsight is twenty-twenty, but if Paul Revere wasn't such a tattle-tale, we'd be loaded with fish & chips, bangers and mash, and rich, creamy pub ale. But alas, thank the Queen that we've got Buchanan's, dishing out some of the UK's finest Grub in the "states." About now you're thinking... really? English... Good Grub? But trust us our dear chap, because what the Brits might lack in some areas, they make up with rich flavors and deep fried goodness. We started off with a round of Boddingtons and an order of fried zucchini... correction... an order of super-man-battered, goldeny-delicious, where-did-you-find-a-deep-fryer-blessed-by-the-Mayans? fried zucchini. Add to the order our own secret Buchanan's wild card, grilled cheese with jalapenos on rye. It might not been a traditional British staple, but with that gooey cheese and fire-cracker-jalapeno blend, it definitely should be. But we couldn't go to Buchanan's without chowing down on a staple of the UK... fish and chips. I don't usually like ordering "chips." It's just something about the word itself... I feel like I'm Tiny Tim, the lovable chimney sweep... pip pip, cheerio. But when I'm biting into the super crunchy, break-off-in-your-mouth, giant-chunks-o-fish and that side of thick-n-salty chips, I wouldn't be ashamed of ordering "chips" at any of my favorite burger joints. Just don't make me call chips, "crisps." I mean, I like the Grub and everything, but I don't want people to start thinking I prefer cricket over baseball or Hugh Grant over... any actor not named Hugh Grant. But when I'm in the dimly-lit, down-right classy, did-we-step-through-a-worm-whole-to-England?, confines of Buchanan's British Cuisine... bring on the Good Grub... you cheeky bugger.
