Chicken Pyjamas

One of the myths about living in London is you can get anything. Japanese food: Around the corner. Fireworks: Going off outside house right now. Dirty, stinking, covered in mud, and deaf beyond all medical help: any festival.

But it has become a sad truth that Chicken Parmigiana is unavailable in this country.

Sure you can get something that has a similar name. Sometimes it even looks like it. Suprisingly Emirates even had a crack at it for their inflight meal. Good lord that was the worst I have ever eaten - like a chicken pancake in red slop.

So nothing matches those listed on
http://www.superparma.com/

Melbourne has a fine tradition of Chicken Parma. And Bridie and I went out with Dooze, Kyoko and Jamie to the number 1 place, the Palmerston Hotel.

And this is a photo of Jamie eating it. Mmmmm.....

I love Chicken Parmigiana.

Now it is not true that our visit to Oz was just culinary. We also ate Dim Sims. Not that I love Dimmys any less than Chicken PJs. No. That cat flavoured snack is safe in my list of favourite foods.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dim_Sims