Other nationalities often tease the British over our cuisine. Or what they perceive to be a distinct lack of it. Pie and chips. Fish and chips. Steak. And chips. Ooh, pie and mash. See? It's not all chips. Sometimes it's mash.
The north of England probably gets it worse than the south, even, with the fixation on encasing as many of our meals as possible in pastry. But this is obviously nonsense. The north boasts some of the finest restaurants in the country, and in particular, Manchester boasts some of the finest restaurants in the north. Places that are, quite simply, world class.
Some have recognition from those who can make or break a high end restaurant - *cough* Michelin *cough* - but many exist thanks to our glorious tradition of immigration, of cuisines arriving here, and deciding to stick around. And thank God they have.
