I have to wonder, does a taste refinery smell as bad as an oil refinery??![]()
One time, I got bored and felt the urge to go on a road trip to Manhattan.
Unfortunately, I'm in England, but in my boredom flipping through the London A-Z, noticed there's a Manhattan in Silvertown, on the North bank of The Thames.
Get there and realise it's the part of the London Docklands that stood in for Hue City, Vietnam, in Stanley Kubrick's Full Metal Jacket.
Manhattan itself, is nothing like it's namesake - just a small concrete garden, on a wharf at then end of a short terrace of really grotty pebble-dashed council houses.
If the fact that it looks like the sort of working class nightmare that would have seemed like a dystopian future to Dickens, and it doubled for a city that had been bombarded by Uncle Sam, doesn't already paint a pretty grim picture ; let me assure you - the smell was so overpowering, my eyes and nostrils tried to leap off my face, and leave the area before I did. All of us were on the verge of passing out, and choking on our own vomit.
Turns out Manhattan is in the shadow of the Tate & Lyle sugar refinery, and a stone's throw from the Tate & Lyle factory.
That smell put me off pancakes for a couple of years - and I really love Tate & Lyle's Golden Syrup.
Talk about aversion therapy. To this day, I still flinch when I use Golden Syrup.

