Magazine August 26, 2019, Issue

London Letter

Hot air balloons fly over London as a part of the Lord Mayor’s Hot Air Balloon Regatta, June 9, 2019. (Harry Roth/Reuters)

London is my favorite European city, and not just because I can read the menus. In Finland I was handed a menu that had the usual consonant wads, and I didn’t know if I wanted the Hlklkklkrrj or the Klkrkrkrrrrr, or whether that was the name of the owner or perhaps the street. There was a picture for hopeless folks, so you could point and hope. Can’t remember the dish — chipped elk on bark, something Finnish — but I chewed carefully, since the number of chilly consonants made it seem like it’d be full of tiny bones. 

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