I wouldn't call it harrassment, but Sarina has been urging me to try doubles for so long, I almost considered getting on a BWIA flight to Port-of-Spain. Strictly for the purpose of culinary research, you understand. Of course my parents would have coughed up the fare in the interests of furthering my gastronomic development. So imagine my disappointment when, strolling through Broadway Market last Saturday, I came across a stall selling these:
Now that I can buy doubles just round the corner from my house, there's no need to pay a visit to the Caribbean. Except, perhaps, to compare and contrast the Hackney version with the Trinidad version. Now there's a thought!