I’ve been tasked with eating as much interesting and surprising food as I can in 24 hours at Glastonbury. Ideally, I would plan to do this without having to visit the dubious compostable toilets too often, although I play fast and loose with this possibility with some brave orders and ambitious combinations. My first meal after arriving on site on Thursday afternoon is blackened shrimp and cajun fries from the ever-busy Bayou, swiftly followed by Taste Tibet’s momo (a Himalayan dumpling) – all washed down with an orange and lime cider that tastes like a cross between sangria and shampoo.
After a series of beverages, including a frozen lagerita (a traditional margarita topped with beer) and a strawberry and watermelon daiquiri, thoughts of food disappear for a short while … until my friend makes what proves to be our first major culinary error – ordering a giant Yorkshire pudding with gravy and sausage at 3.35am. It’s the dictionary definition of debased behaviour and yet somehow – despite all three of the meal’s components tasting of cardboard – we manage to chow it down before collapsing into our tents.
