"Yeah, can I get your order?" - justin_guber

"Yeah, can I get your order?"

"Yeah, can I get a reservoir dog and a coffee n' butterscotch milkshake?"
Whilst I am now no longer insanely missing the streets of London as much as I did when I first arrived to my mommaland, there are still quite a few things I long for. Student prices at the union pub. Leicester Square. BBC2 and Channel 4. All very British. But there's one thing I miss about London that is as un-British as can be in a land of all things British.

Ed's Easy Diner.

Goz introduced me to the place. He introduced me to a lot of other things too. He'd always call asking whether I wanted to check out some weird-ass show, like Shockheaded Peter or the UK premier of Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas, which is another story I'll write about one day for it is funny and you shall laugh.

Unless I wrote it already. My brain is dung. Nonetheless, I shall continue about Ed's.

Right slap bang in the middle of Soho are not one, but two Ed's Easy Diner's: a slice of Americana plonked into the land of fish & chips.

It had all the stereotypical fifties pap you'd ever want: rollerskating waitresses, 20p jukeboxes, booths, shakes, the works, and I've always been a huge fan of fifties Americana. I fell in love with it the second I heard rock n' roll in it's pure, unadulterated original form when I bought the soundtrack to 'Lipstick on your collar'. Bak to the Future part I also had a profound impact on my love for all things Americana. Happy Day's too. I love the Brunswick design, I love the jukeboxes, I love the fact that here was what was in essence a bar, but the beers have been replaced by super-thick milkshakes.

One of the main reasons I popped down there was for the hotdogs. It was the only place I knew where I could get a 100% beef hotdog. Whilst I'm not the most strongly devout of Muslims, I have always told myself that no matter what happens, I'll never eat pork. At least I wouldn't have broken that rule.

But what a fine hotdog it was. My usual order would be a 'Reservoir Dog': one beef hotdog covered in a chilli minced meat kinda thing, topped with cheese.

Oh, hells yeah.

That would be topped off by a milkshake, which I'd never be able to finish. Their milkshakes were a meal in itself: thick pint sized motherfuckers in a metal glass. You'd have to go through the bastards with a spoon and I loved it, especially my favourite mix - coffee & butterscotch.

Shit, I'm drooling.

I'd bring my girlfriend at the time to the Trocadero one for a bite almost everytime she came down, then maybe hit up the bar next door which served kickass strawberry daquiris (she ordered them, honest).

So here's to Ed's Easy Diner. It may be more expensive than McD's, but after 'Super Size Me' are you really gonna complain?

22.11.04 09:07

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