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British Cuisine

Some people criticize English food. They say it's unimaginable, boring, tasteless, it's chips with everything and totally overcooked vegetables. The basic ingredients, when fresh, are so full of flavour that British haven't had to invent sauces to disguise their natural taste. What can compare with fresh pees or new potatoes just boiled and served with butter? Why drown spring lamb in wine or cream and spices, when with just one or two herbs it is absolutely delicious?

If you ask foreigners to name some typically English dishes, they will probably say "Fish and chips" then stop. It is disappointing, but true that, there is no tradition in England of eating in restaurants, because the food doesn't lend itself to such preparation. English cooking is found at home. So it is difficult to a good English restaurant with a reasonable prices.

In most cities in Britain you'll find Indian, Chinese, French and Italian restaurants. In London you'll also find Indonesian, Mexican, Greek... Cynics will say that this is because English have no "cuisine" themselves, but this is not quite the true.

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My Favourite Food
My name is Alex. I’m 14 years old. I live in one of the most beautiful cities of Russia, in Sochi. My family is quite small. I have got a mother, a father, a younger brother and a cat. My mum is usually responsible for cooking and for buying necessary food. She prepares breakfast, lunch and dinner for all of us. Sometimes my father also cooks. It usually happens at weekends. Both of my parents are good cooks, which is why we prefer eating home-made food. However, sometimes we can also eat out. My father reserves a table in some restaurant or cafe and we spend a great evening together. It usually happens on special occasions. My favourite food is pizza. I like all kinds of pizza and other Italian dishes. For my birthday, my parents always try to arrange a pizza party. There are times when we simply order pizza for lunch or dinner, just because there is no time for cooking. Out of my mum’s home cooking I prefer Ukrainian borscht. It’s a special red cabbage soup, which is tastier to eat with sour cream. Borscht is a traditional Russian and Ukrainian dish and many foreigners want to try it when visiting these countries. In general, I can say that I am a good eater. I like many types of food, among them fruit, vegetables, sweets and cakes, etc. However, there are some products which I don’t like eating. They are mushrooms and fish. My mother knows about it and she tries not to use these products in dishes.

What a nice city Samara was a hundred years ago! The main street, Dvorianskaia, was able to compare with an elegant belle. It was dressed in new houses was built in Art Nouveau styles by metropolitan architects, with wide sidewalks, luxurious shops, illuminated by electroliers, it made an impression of a street in European town. Sometimes the end of nineteenth and beginning of twentieth calls “Medici period” in a culture life of Russia: it was an unprecedented flourish of merchants’ philanthropy. Exactly merchants expanded Samara and could raise it to the status of the regional center.

Russian patriarchal provincial merchants who stoked lard just yesterday stretched to the Western level of culture because of their wildness and greed. They were making their own yacht-clubs, hippodromes, museums and theatres; were dressing impeccably, ordering outlandish motorcycles and cars from the capitals and foreign countries.

In nineteen hundred four Samara was surprised of a rattling carriage moved without horses. Golovkin was one of the first people in Samara who bought German car “Opel” which was delivered by train. The first accident happened at once. While going along Moskatelnaia street near the Distillery, the car startled horses in the yard. The loaded horses started running, the wagons were crashing, boxes with bottles were falling from them. The next day the owner of the factory asked to submit a bill for the damage to Golovkin, which was brought him by the politsmeyster.

Golovkin and other owners of cars often have to stop their cars and give way for horses. Hens didn’t run away from the wheels becoming victims of collisions. And Golovkin paid one rouble for each “victim”. People knew it soon and started throwing dead hens under wheels being in hope to get the compensation.

There was built a chapel in Russian style made of red bricks with white stone decorates and a little gilded head on the octahedral marquee on the seafront in eighteen eighty seven in honor of the three hundredth anniversary of Samara. It was the first work of a young and talent architect Scherbachev whose creations decorated Samara then. The chapel was destroyed by Soviet authorities and restored in nineteen ninety seven.

The history of the city is composed of the histories of the streets, houses and their inhabitants and, of course, events.