So, which is the best? You’ll have to fight a dozen Cockney pensioners to find out. My personal winner is M. Manze in Bermondsey for its sheer historical perfection, but G. Kelly wins for chaotic energy. Just go to both. Eat two lunches. Treat yourself. Life is short, and pie is eternal.
Just remember: slather it in liquor, splash on the vinegar, and leave your diet at the door. Your arteries might hate you, but your soul will be doing a jig. And if you see a blob of green sauce on your chin, don’t wipe it off. That’s your badge of honor. Now go forth and get mashed—in the best possible way.
