insurance and greasy food
As you may or may not know, I've been taking a life/health insurance prelicensing class all week. Yes, 8 am to 5 pm, Monday through Friday. I had a wonderful teacher, a funny lady who made sarcastic comments about insurance policies and laws. I swear it was her who made the subject actually mildly interesting. In fact, I was so interested that I went around asking to read my family members' insurance policies. Sure, part of my job will be to explain insurance contracts to clients, but it's kind of like figuring out puzzles, reading those contracts.
A side bonus of taking this class was that I ran across a British restaurant called Brit's Fish and Chips. I passed by it while walking from the office where my class took place to Pasadena City College. The sign outside said "best fish and chips outside Liverpool," and, having been to Liverpool (tho not having had fish and chips there), I hoped, rather than believed, it would be authentic. The following Friday I went back there, taking Marianne with me as she lives close by (it turned out that her fav Italian restaurant is next door). We ordered fish and chips and a Cornish pastie, and THEY WERE GOOD. As in, I-could've-been-in-England GOOD. The fried fish was made of whole pieces of fish filet dipped in beer batter rather than fish patties US restaurants usually serve. That, if nothing else, was very impressive. I also had a glass of Blackthorn cider, which I last had in Brighton, for nostalgia's sake. They ran out of apple pie, but we had treacle pudding with custard. Mmm....custard. So if you're looking for good, authentic British food, I heartily recommend this place (on Colorado half a block east of PCC). Next time, I'm having bangers and mash.