I was only there for 3 weeks, but there's no doubt you start to hanker after a few home comforts. The Americans can't half rustle up a good breakfast, but there's never any HP (I'm not sure how that can work for a man). Now, all New York Brits know there is a place to go to if you're feeling in need of some sustenance from Blighty... good old Myers of Keswick on Greenwich Ave. My photographer friend scooted out of the studio on time the other night to pick up his bangers with a spring in his step. It's all very nice, though it does tend to give an impression of Britain in the 50s. I waited til I was home to tuck into a nice bag of Walkers Cheese and Onion.
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