I got another decent job as an egg cook Sunday mornings at a pub called the Kensington Circus in a town called Kensington that connected to Berkeley by Solano Ave. It’s on the circle next to this boutique bread shop in this little nook that held promise to become an interesting neighborhood. I was driving my 76 Honda 550 around and I went in there and lucked into the job. I don’t know why I wanted it. I just found myself applying for the job and I got it. I didn’t want to be a chef but I couldn’t help it.

The Kensington Circus served mostly as an investment for a family of three punk Brit kids who were extendedly vacationing on BS Visas in California and just needed something to do with themselves. They didn’t know as much about food as they presumed to know but they were sure of one thing…the beer. They had several good draft beers from the British Isles…and that’s all I’m going to say about that.

We served dinner every night in the dining room from a terribly unfortunate menu containing several famous selections that might have been decent, were they not so poorly executed. For instance,
you got your Fish and Chips, which are one of my personal favorites to this day, and you got your Bangers and Mash, which is meat sausages with peas and mashed potatoes and then you got this other dish that’s something called Bubble and Squeak with a Wow Wow Sauce…which is meat with peas fried in a pan with mashed potatoes until thehomogenous panful began to actually bubble and squeak from the pan frying of it. Then you flip it over in the sauté pan in the air; you catch it…then you top it with Worcestershire and you’re good as gold….Evidently, when you’re drinking and you can’t say Worcestershire sauce, you just call it Wow Wow Sauce…

You got, of course, your Cottage Pie…good dish, it’s English food…could have tossed the menu out the window, really, tell the people hey we got mashed potatoes and frozen peas and some meat…who needs something you have to read…when we got beers and pub chips AKA French fries…