Regular viewer’s of Michael Portillo’s excellent Great British Railway Journeys may already be familiar with today’s offering – because that’s where I’ve stolen it from.
Around 1617 (which is just after quarter-past four by my calculations – quite how they can be so specific I don’t know) King James I was at a banquet in Horton Tower, Lancashire, when he spotted a very impressive loin of beef. Presumably the party was already in full-swing and he’d had a goblet of mead or two, because he demanded the loin of beef be brought to him, whipped out his sword and proceeded to knight it, saying “Arise, Sir Loin!”
Hence, sirloin beef!
(As a vegetarian, I hope readers appreciate my dedication to duty in sharing this with you… In the next posting I will reveal how Sirtofu got its name. Or at least how it might do at some future point in time.)