The New Yorker used to call these bits, "There Will Always Be an England." And I’m sorry for doing two Anglophilic posts inside of a day, but I have a soft spot. From the BBC’s report on the Flintshire Council canteen (which I take to be a municipal cafeteria) renaming a dessert that every English person knows the real name of:
The council spokesman said: "The correct title for this dish is ‘Spotted Dick.’ However because of several immature comments from a few customers, catering staff renamed the dish ‘Spotted Richard’ or ‘Sultana Sponge’.
"This was not a policy decision, canteen staff simply acted as they thought best to put an end to unwelcome and childish comments, albeit from a very small number of customers."
h/t to internationalist James North.
