16th July 2014, Kopapa, Soho, London
There are a number of British dishes that I simply can not get my head around.
There's black pudding, pork pies and spotted dick pudding (come on, what's with the name?) - none of which I would ever dare to eat. It either looks or sounds scary.
Not to mention scotch eggs. We're talking egg, sausage filling and crust all wrapped in to a
brown ball. Who on earth came up with that and who tricked other people into eating it? So I figured that first thing's first - before I start complaining about how vile this so called food is, maybe I should at least try it.
As it turns out, the lovely restaurant that is Kopapa they serve this amongst their many actually edible dishes. I therefore decided to cheer up yet another rather dull date with trying this absurd travesty of an egg out. After all, it was clear that me and this guy was never seeing each other again before we were through the pre dinner drinks, so making a good first impression was not that high of a priority.
Being Kopapa, this was obviously a rather posh version of a scotch egg, served with asparagus and noisette ice cream. I guess that's a decent attempt to mask what you are really serving. It did not work as I expect they had planned it to.
It was not good. Sausage meat is not appetizing at the best of time and even less when wrapped around an egg. What actually made a person think of putting something so disgusting together? Was he or she bored? Or did someone just create this out of evil to gross people out? Was stuffing and eggs the only thing available in this person's fridge and he or she decided to experiment? Whichever reason, it is inexcusable.
Let's just let eggs be eggs please.
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