I attended a banquet held at the end of a medical team competition in England. The main course was pork chops.
Mine was so tough I broke a molar trying to chew the first bite. The next day I had to fly back to Alaska. It was Memorial Day weekend so I couldn’t see a dentist for 5 days. Judging by the local teeth I saw over there I don’t think there are any dentists in England at all.
Ah yes, British food...
No fish & chips, nor bangers & mash, but traditional meat dishes, potatoes, roasts, lamb, pork, gravys, tasty traditional british breakfasts, and wonderful desert carts. No complaints. All well done. Tasty. It made me wonder why their reputation was so bad. I suppose because of the relative simplicity of the dishes compared to the saucy french.