Food Writing

The Delisserie

Every year, my family and I travel to London.  We were all born in London, and our extended family lives there. For the past ten years, every time we go to London we go to a restaurant called the Delisserie. I always get the same thing; latkes, chicken soup, and salt beef (or corned beef as it’s called in America). I always look forward to having this delicious meal with my family.

When we landed in London this past spring, it was very dark and cold outside, just like it always is in London. We were exhausted and starving, all I had to eat on the plane was a bag of chips and a chocolate bar, but we were very excited to see our family. My grandparents and two of my cousins were at the airport waiting. I was thrilled to see them, but I was also looking forward to the delicious meal we were going to have.

We finally arrived at the Delisserie. It looked just like I remembered it; big, a lot of lights everywhere in the restaurant, and lots of people in it even though it was ten at night. There was an amazing scent wafting out of the restaurant. It smelled of salty chicken soup and crispy latkes. I love that smell. I could see other people eating the crispy latkes and my mouth started to water. I was starving, even though it only felt like five o’clock. We sat down at a table, and a waitress brought menus over. I already knew what I was having. I order it every time we go there- it’s a tradition. I couldn’t wait to eat the mouth watering food for the first time this year.

“You’ve grown so much!” my Grandma said. She always says that I grow every time I see her. I always say I haven’t, but she usually doesn’t believe me.

When the food came, everyone could tell I was really excited. My face lit up straight away with my mouth wide open. I dug in right away. Each bite was better than the last.  I loved the juicy chicken and the salty soup, the crunchy latke and the moist and delicious salt beef. I wished the meal would never end. I was annoyed when I finished. I wish I had ordered more!

This meal is always important to me because it is a tradition I’ve had for as long as I can remember. As much as I like the meal, the most important part is seeing my family. It’s a time that I get to catch up with my family. I always look forward to going to London and having this amazing meal with my family.

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