Making the most of being near London, as I do, I’m able to fit in a quick lunch with Andy before my train back to Bristol. With the constraints of “being done by 2.30” and “next to either Kings Cross or Paddington”, Andy goes on the hunt and finds us Hoppers, which he’s been to once before. It’s a flying visit, so I don’t get to fully sample the menu, but dive straight in with a black pork curry and a titular egg hopper. They are not particularly up front about the spice level, and that’s not a problem per se, but oh boy did it hit me when I wasn’t expecting it. Lovely! But unexpected. The pork was beautifull tender, and the curry itself still flavourful betwixt the heat. A thicker curry than is maybe scoopable by a light pancake, but that’s my problem I suppose, at the end of the day. We have enough time, amidst an always lovely catch up, to have a Watalappam pudding, a caramel-y, coconut-y, bread-and-butter pudding-y concoction, with a candied nut and coconut cream.