It wasn’t until a few years ago that I had ever heard of Bangers and Mash. Susan’s dad was in town and wanted to go an old New York English pub for “some grub and a pint”. Well, I thought we would at least get a good beer but I wasn’t so sure about the food. If you have ever been out in NY there are a lot of fake old New York bars with the best of the best frozen everything on the menu. Luckily we found the real deal and it was actually a great place.
We settled in for dinner and ordered a few pints and started looking to see what food they offered. Susan’s dad immediately spotted the Bangers and Mash, and he was done. My curiosity got the better of me and I was in too! Susan has always been a fish and chips girl, so I didn’t even ask.
I wasn’t sure what to expect from the vague menu description, but a big o’l plate of loveliness arrived at the table. On the plate was a big fluffy mound of mashed potatoes with two sausages nestled on top, swaddled in a rich gravy. At this point, I don’t even think I could concentrate on anyone else at the table. The queen herself could have sat down and I wouldn’t have noticed. One bite and it was just heaven.
It was a year later that Susan and I were in London and we got to try this dish in it’s origin, and I have to say the New York bar got it right! I did find out why the British call sausages Bangers: because when people had to ration food, the sausages were made with a lot of water in them and they would “bang” or explode if cooked too quickly.
Do I even need to say you have to make this? Just do it and you will be proclaimed King or Queen of your domain. Where’s my throne?