aristophanes

Today went to the Scottish National Gallery and to Pancho Villa's. The gallery was a little unpleasant for a few reasons, not the least of which was that my shoes were sopping wet -- I was squishing all over the place when I first got in, and made multiple trips into the bathrooms to try to dry out my shoes with the little hand drier, but that would have really taken hours to do properly so I just went wetly about.

Afterwards I fulfilled my dream of finding out what Scottish people do to Mexican food. It was... kind of like the level of unimpressive but not bad food from Santa Fe or Albuquerque. The sour cream was interesting, though -- some Americans had complained that the sour cream you get in England isn't the same, and so no Mexican food tastes correct. Indeed, I now see it is different -- what it is, is all the dairy products around here taste a lot more creamy. So the sour cream actually tastes LIKE cream. This is unusual to a modern day American (and I assume, Mexican.) Still, if I end up back at that place I will make a point of ordering the more dairy-filled dishes. I really like the UK dairy products. I'm probably going to go back to the US and start trying to promote free-range dairy in some kind of Jack Skellington style town meeting that will end in disaster.