Full English, By Tom Parker Bowles

Reviewed,Chrisopher Hirst
Thursday 20 August 2009 19:00 EDT
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"The smell doesn't so much creep up my nostrils as cosh them, a viciously warm mix of rotten fish, boiled meat, sulphur and shit." As one who grew up within nosing distance of a tripe works, this reviewer can tell you that Parker Bowles' description is spot on.

No one would expect a gastronomic tour of England to be unmitigated delight and this proves to be the case with Dewsbury's Ideal Tripe Works.

Fortunately, our voracious hero also encounters a host of robust pleasures, ranging from Birmingham's Balti Triangle to the Sportsman pub in Seasalter. This is a richly enjoyable defence of the world's most unfairly derided cuisine.

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