I didn’t have a contender when I woke up this morning. I drank my coffee, woke up, drank more coffee, brushed my grill, no contender. I did my typical Friday morning stuff which is a lot like yesterday morning, tomorrow morning, next Friday, the Friday morning after that—still no contender. I thought ‘oh well, I’ll just skip @foodfightfriday again,’ which would’ve been two weeks in row—not sure I’ve done that the entire year its been running but ‘there’s a first time for everything!’ I thought.
Then I ignored that thought. :sh: Be quiet, thought!’ I thought as I listened to the thought that said “eh, enter a contender and promote yourself.” I like that idea. Look for that at the end of this—the part where I promote myself.
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I know, no food. That’s how cool @foodfightfriday is—a weekly food initiative where your cover image is usually food but it’s ok if it isn’t. In my defense, there’s a subway sandwich joint and a pizza express in the picture. I didn’t eat at either of them or anything but they’re in the picture. It was either that or this one—the view from our table at lunch today.
When I decided to listen to the second thought, I got ahold of the baddest chick I know, I think she was downstairs. “Beautifulest,” because that’s what I call @puravidaville, “I’m outta here, wanna eat lunch with me at Bakchich on Bold Street in two hours? I need a @foodfightfriday contender.” She said “eat lunch, where do you think we are, America?”
“We’re in England,” she said, “we eat lunch or eat dinner, get some food or get our grub on, all of that stuff in America—not here.” She’s right. She’s always right, even if she wasn’t right I’d never tell you because that would be stupid of me. Anyhow, they don’t talk like that here. I was told once by a Brit, “dogs eat food, we ‘feed’ our animals.” The English ‘enjoy lunch, enjoy dinner’ or ‘have a meal together.’ The French really appreciate their food too.
Bakchich is a Lebanese street food joint that’s decent and not too expensive. I ordered a falafel wrap, it came with a salad and pickles. Pura ordered a falafel appetizer and a bowl of this vegetable and lentil, gluten free, stew stuff—it was the star of the show. The chips, because that’s what they call fries in the UK and hommos, because that’s how they spell hummus here, and pita bread took a little longer to arrive.
It wasn’t that bad, I guess, but it didn’t put the “oo” in food. We planned on giving some buskers around here £1 so I could take pictures for you but it started absolutely chuckin it down because that’s how they say ‘pouring rain’ in the UK. By the way, if you received £1 which is equal to about $1.25 from every person on this platform who appreciated your content, you’d have no problem agreeing to a picture.
But, like I said, it was absolutely chuckin it down so all of the buskers packed up while we enjoyed lunch. I did get one picture, though, I saw this guy before lunch—before the gym actually, it wasn’t raining yet. He was doing sign language to #music. Just him and his PA, playing stuff like Justin Timberlake and signing the lyrics while dancing and twirling around and really enjoying himself—all that for a pound.
And then there was this place right next door to the joint we enjoyed lunch at—a candy store. It was right next door, that’s the only reason we went inside, all it had was junk. Gummy bears, sugar, sugar, sugar, chocolate everywhere, a candy store on steroids sugar. The signs along the top of the wall said things like “chocolate, sugar-free chocolate, hard candy, candy bars,” etc. Well, #steemit, and my fellow citizens of the United States, that’s right, eyes forward Americans! Check it out—I can’t make this up. In a store full of cavities and sugar disease, there’s one small section that says “American Groceries.”
See that, Americans? Cereal, bbq sauce, candy bars, potato chips, salad dressing and more poop. In a store full of sugar, the worst stuff inside the whole joint is in the “American Groceries” section.
That reminds me, you know how we call it “Dutch” when we go eat enjoy lunch together and it means I’ll buy my plate, you buy yours? Well, that’s “the American way” in England and it’s practically impossible to buy your own meal here—they made a game out of it. They do all kinds of politicking and jockeying for position before dinner, whatever it takes, fact—the bill is usually paid before you even get to the restaurant.
All of the buskers in Liverpool city center packed up early to perform another day because it was absolutely chuckin it down while we enjoyed our lunch. I still managed to get a few pictures, though, a couple of guys who found a balance between busking and pan handling, one huge dog, and way too many pigeons to count.
Same place next week, deal? @foodfightfriday is a weekly initiative where you can get together with a good group of people who release articles like this, they release recipes, restaurant reviews, gardening, everything food related is welcome. Tag #fff and enter it on Friday, winner gets three @sbi shares plus a personalized belt gif. The last picture doesn’t have to be food either, like the cover image, only it’s at the end instead of the beginning—a teeth chattering sunset on the Irish Sea coast. Have a great weekend, blockchain pioneers.
