This post is a continuation on the series of my favourite British eats in honour of my new nephew Charlie born in London. In last week’s post I paid homage to Sticky Toffee Pudding. This week… Bacon Butty (or Bacon Sandwich) but first…
So how exactly did a girl living in Meadow Lake, Saskatchewan meet a London lad? Well, it all started innocently enough when she came to visit me. I think this may be the first time they met – out to eat at Gallipoli on Upper Street in Islington with another friend who was visiting.
That’s my sister right and far back and her husband right and closest to the camera.
And then the next night turned into this at Favela Chic, in Shoreditch.
So, that is not her husband on the left. Her (now) husband is actually cropped out of the picture because he looked so drunk I didn’t think he would really appreciate if I published the photo for all to see. Anyways, it all turned out well, as now they have this sweet little boy.
Isn’t he cute!
But back to that night… which takes us to a very hungover morning. Hence, the bacon butty – the british hangover cure. Now, Brits take their bacon sandwiches very seriously. If you go to London newspaper The Guardian and search Bacon Butty it pulls up articles titled: How to eat: a bacon sandwich, How to cook the perfect bacon sandwich, and How to make the perfect bacon sandwich. Wow. Clearly with so much scrutiny my Canadian version will inevitably not be the perfect version, but it’s pretty good, and frankly it’s a bit hard to mess up a bacon sandwich.
-bacon rashers, and not streaky bacon, are usually used. 3 is the optimal number
-toasted white bread
And that’s pretty much it. Many places said butter was the only condiment but I always remembered brown sauce (HP sauce) and I think it tastes perfect.