Nope, just reporting on my experiences there. My English ex was just as appalled by Tex-Mex as I was by chip butties and mushy peas, so your point about one person’s comfort food being profoundly discomfiting to someone else is well taken. But the mushy peas I was exposed to were (was?) nothing more than an unappetizing slurry that simply tasted strange as well as looking even stranger, the meat was done to death (as were the parsnips), and I hope never to have to eat steak and kidney pie or pickled eggs again. Keep in mind, this was the Blackpool area, which in the mid-90s was *not* a hotbed of culinary excellence or adventure. What was on the menu there, both in the homes and at the caffs, was the English comfort food that had prevailed since at least WWII.
I’ve had better-quality British cooking in other places (and there WERE some places in Blackpool that served fresh, not overdone fried cod), but the website with the pictures took me back to some bad memories.
How about I end on a positive note? I had my favorite ice cream EVER outside Birmingham (ginger, pretty heavy on the main flavor), I loved the full-cream fresh milk we got from a local dairy, and my mother in law did a wonderful, airy and light Yorkshire pudding.