It wasn't officially eat you way around the world in London, but I went to my first Goan restaurant in Charlotte Street over the weekend.
After perusing Goan Cuisine and Goan Catholic Cuisine in wikipedia (fascinating stuff by the way) I had a Pork Mas.
(By the way, after India gained independence from the British in 1947, Portugal refused to negotiate with India on the transfer of sovereignty of their Indian enclaves and in 1961, the Indian Army annexed it in Operation Vijay. This is surprisingly little remembered.)
While we are on the subject of food, I was looking at haggis last night, thinking of introducing the Bomber to it for Burns' Night tomorrow. You have to cook it for an hour and a half though, and that is not really a practical proposition for when we get in after athletics, so he has escaped for this year.