Shepherd’s pie symbolises everything I loathe about English food
You start with intrinsically delicious ingredients — beef, onions, tomatoes — which in another culture would become something pungent and flavoursome, like spaghetti bolognese or chili con carne. And instead, the dark sorcery of English cooking somehow contrives to merge them all into this flavourless substance. OK, you can eat it. It’s not actually unpleasant. But it’s such a waste.
Have you ever noticed that English restaurants are rarely found in France? Or indeed anywhere? There’s a reason for that.
We can make great beer in England. But food? Not so much.