Feels the pain here. My Daddy went over to help the bloomin Limeys whup the krauts back during the Big War..and he did not mention this delicacy. He say the wimmen and kids lived on crackers and the menfolks got a chunk of meat from a sheep leg which hung from the rafters in the living room. He say they would not touch it till it got "high" which as good as I can determine meant about half rotten. Seem to recall a nursery rhyme about pork pie or maybe that was plum pie? Its been a while. Those nice folks aint really noted for their culinary prowess. They also dont allow ice cubes for some reason. You have to wear a necktie at McDonalds. They drive on the wrong side of the road etc. Not sure I would like to go for a visit. Now they do have good beer. English bitters will knock your socks off..which would be good..cept they drink it hot most likely. Who woulda thunk it?