Welcome to my summer of sport, folks – the months when I lose all inhibitions when it comes to vans which serve food and fully immerse myself in the joys of a multitude of sins straight off the back of a lorry (well, truck).
First to my annual tour of England’s cricket test match venues, which I rank first according to their food offering, second according to the quality of their wickets.
Last year, Edgbaston retained the top spot I awarded in 2015 for its inspired Ashes test match barbecue complete with pop-up beach, deck chairs and tinnies. Not only that, there was a big screen showing the game for those whose fifth Foster’s rendered them incapable of leaving their deck chair to return to the match.
Headingley serves up a very fine fish and chip, Old Trafford does a good doughnut, while back at Edgbaston, the Indian street food is the best you’ll find this side of Mumbai. Meanwhile, over at Wimbledon this year, the people from Leon supplied a healthful range of sarnies, salads and snack pots, while at Silverstone, F1 fans at the British Grand Prix in July could enjoy a world tour in street food.
The moral here, dear reader, is that our country’s increasingly discerning sporting public, like everyone else, knows a good thing when it’s served up on a cardboard tray to savour court/pitch/track-side. Thus, bad burgers and battered sausages are consiged to history by altogether superior street food.
I now arrive at any major sporting venue an hour early to allow me to recce the food stalls, secure in the knowledge that whatever happens on the pitch, the culinary result will
be a winner.
Happy sporting summer, all!