I stopped in Sunday for a bite at Elizabeth's English Bakery and tea shop across from Trolley Square, dragging my eight and 10 year girls along to embrace the calorific pleasures of their English heritage.---
English food has always had a bad reputation, but as I quickly found at Elizabeth's the hallmarks and standards of my mum's cooking were to be found aplenty in the quaint little tea shop on 700 East. Saved from closure by a fanatical English-born customer and former mortgage broker, Elizabeth's kitchen continues to produce the classics as I recall them from my childhood.
The cornish pasty, which my youngest devoured with lip-smacking enthusiasm, is essentially a meat turnover with coarsely ground steak, potato and rutabega wrapped in a lard-based pastry that was simply divine.
My eldest, more conservative, went with a sausage roll, which benefited enormously from local sausage meat spiced up a little to evoke the classic bangers my mother would fry up with some bubble n squeak [fried potato and cabbage patties] and baked beans for Saturday lunch.
I went with welsh rarebit, essentially cheddar cheese mixed with Worstershire sauce and then melted on bread. Scrumptious.
My youngest tried her first tea and extended her pinkie with no problems at all.