It is a dual achievement: The British Empire was the empire upon which the sun never set, and which never came across a cuisine it could not destroy entirely.
The halls of Westminster Abbey? I’m there! The… “proportions” of the Giant of Cerne Abbas? I will gladly make the trek! The non-stop nightlife of London’s club scene? But of course! The menu?
But it seems that Wales, that oft-overlooked corner of the kingdom, seems to have got its head around the fact that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. And here is proof: