Goodies First

St. John

Badass Britannia. Or something like that. Stark, traditional, and consequently radical. I asked for something spendy, moderately trendy and decidedly un-New York, and I got it. Somehow I don't feel right detailing it with flourish.

Chitterlings, faggots, rarebit, treacle, bone marrow, eel...potted pigs head--it is "Nose to Tail Eating" after all. While reveling in little morsels of rabbit offal on toast, James was freaking over what he perceived to be a table of nazis. Yes, they were German, creepily Aryan and did seem to relish the odd bits of meat, but that doesn't necessarily mean there's a secret after hours club for dining on human flesh. Though that would add an interesting dimension to the establishment.

St. John * 26 St. John Street, EC1, London, England

Savoy

1/2 Tea for two in London. A tourist cliche? So what. I'm a sucker for tiny sandwiches and pastries. And who could resist a mound of clotted cream, for goodness sake. If you're going to partake in stereotypical English fare, you'd better do it right and The Savoy does it in grand style. Trompe l'oeil walls, silver tiered trays, squishy velvet couches and the like. Some would say garish, and they'd be right. It's the dead opposite of St. John.

TheSavoy * Strand, WC2, London, England