I did not eat at either of these places, though I was craving to try a curry. I had discovered a really great Turkish borek, a flaky kind of cheese & spinach-stuffed salad wrap, in the middle of the markets on the weekend. Those stalls had not been there during the weekday. I'd loved the aggressive salesmanship going on at these built-in Camden Market stalls, where you practically have to avoid getting forked in either shoulder by vendors vying to offer you a sample of their wares from opposing booths.
What I wish I had a photo of: the espresso stall where I had ordered a small cappuccino but then had to wait as the vendor walked away to find some milk from somewhere. As I was waiting, two other customers started warring with each other as to how much they would pay me to make them a coffee. It went up to 10 pounds. Very tempting. Mr. 10 Pound-note became fed up with my laughter and apparent incompetence and starting to grind the beans and filling the espresso basket himself. He gave it a couple tepid tamps, struggled to lodge it into place on the machine and succeeded, or so we'd thought...until the vendor returned with the milk and had the last laugh as coffee and grounds started spewing everywhere.
Tennesseeland Chicken? Tennessee Chicken & Ribs would have sufficed. I DO know of an aspiring British-themed hotel in Champaign, Illinois which strives for Tudor but comes closer to Swiss Chalet & Bavarian gothic in appearance...and its menu offers scones, jam along with 'bubbles & steak.' See? Happens everywhere. I am picturing soap bubbles wafting over a 20 oz cut instead of
bubble & squeak. I can only imagine someone thought this sounded a whole lot more appealing than one bubble paired with another, rather mouselike-sounding component aka, the squeak?
