Now, stop snickering. Yes, “British” is an ethnicity—just ask anyone belonging to the ninth highest immigrant population in King County—and, notwithstanding what the French have been saying for a thousand years, it does have a cuisine. For proof we have Neville’s, the tearoom abutting British Pantry, Redmond’s veddy English bakery and gift shop. Dark wainscoting, country curtains, pub signs and the quiet background plinkings of strings combine to create a pleasant village setting for the generous platefuls of bangers and mash, shepherd’s pie, ploughman’s lunch and on down the list of usual suspects. Nothing too creatively broadening, mind you—just a very solid plate of fish ’n’ (tasty plank-cut) chips; a Lancashire pastry with succulent pastry; a featherweight scone, pocked with golden raisins and served with cream and jam. Expats will go all misty over Boddingtons Ale, beans at breakfast and trifle for dessert; skeptics will just be grateful that the salads—festivals of fresh greens and vegetables, some dressed lushly with fresh Stilton—are so mercifully inauthentic.