The favourite stop of our food tour was a mid-morning supper at an English restaurant called, well, The English Restaurant. Our guide give us a fantastic overview of the rich history that’s seeped in this building, and you become part of it as you enter the restaurant. Lots of hallmarks from the former uses of space, cool trinkets and a general British charm. We didn’t have too long to admire the furnishings before our little ramekins were in our hands, as well as a jug of their proper custard. You haven’t had real custard until you have had this runny, eggy, creamy and sweet concoction. It’s a good pudding, formed well, brioche and finished with a perfect level of grilling. It’s a nice little size that celebrates the roots of this traditional offering.