A Lightly Salted Journey
We follow the transit lines. London to New York,
£5 street food to £50 fine dining — all by public transport.
Every episode rides a different line from end to end, stopping wherever the food demands it.
West Ruislip → Epping
Heathrow → Cockfosters
Morden → High Barnet
Full Loop
Richmond → Upminster
Heathrow to Manor House. Breakfast, across five stops, five corners of the city.
Full English in a terminal. Captive audience pricing. Decent enough if you're catching a flight, forgotten by the time you're airborne.
Family-run for twenty years. Parathas hand-rolled at 7am, chai that tastes like the recipe has never been written down. The queue tells you everything.
White linen, silver service, forty-eight pounds for eggs. The marble is immaculate. The eggs are eggs.
Breakfast wraps made to order, canal view, five pounds. A reminder that the best seats in London cost nothing.
Hand-rolled bagels since the nineties. Smoked salmon, cream cheese, a queue that moves faster than it looks. Some things don't need changing.
The £5 market stall beat the £48 hotel. Every time.
Every spot is reachable by tube, bus, or subway. No cars, no ride-shares. If the public can get there, we go.
£5 to £50 in a single day. Great food does not discriminate by price. We prove it every episode.
We show the misses alongside the hits. Real wait times, real prices, real reactions. No staging, no hype.
Family-run, immigrant-owned, neighbourhood institutions. The people behind the food are part of the story.