This Side of the Pond

In my last column, I addressed for you the many perils of being a British person who doesn’t have access to adequate cutlery.

This week, I wish to address another failing of my culture’s culinary talents. It’s a simple confession, but a sad one:

We’re bad at Mexican food.

Things have changed since I hopped the ocean, but growing up there wasn’t a decent taco to be found on the island. Throughout my childhood, there was a complete lack of takeout and restaurant options, so it was not a cuisine we were familiar enough with to even make it for ourselves.

The big cities of Britain have always been...