Spotted dick? :dubious:
Spotted Dick isn’t a Christmas thing. Figgy Pudding is though. From the lyrics to We Wish You a Merry Christmas:
Maybe not, but it sure sounds bizarre! :eek:
I had the misconception that Yorkshire pudding is anything like chocolate pudding.
This! 
(My heart still gives a tiny flutter when I see the words to this day. And I don’t drink soda much anymore. It sounds so Willy Wonka.)
As much to us as it does to you, trust me!
It’s been nearly 20 years since I spent any time in Moscow, but the Metro at the train station going to Belarus and points west (Belorusski station?); IIRC the station was a hub with two different line meeting there. I remember being freaked out when the story broke because I ate there every day, but then I saw the woman who sold the ones I bought after news of the arrest so she wasn’t the cannibal cook (or at least, not the one that was caught).
Fun Fact: These got started in drug stores to mix soda water with medicinal syrups like Dr Pemberton’s Coca-Cola. They evolved into lunch counters and ice-cream parlors by the beginning of the 20th century.
The ice-cream sundae was invented to please the Temperance Movement, which objected to the use of soda water when making ice-cream sodas on the Sabbath: No mixer, please, just ice cream and syrup! These were originally known as “Sunday sodas.” The spelling was later changed to please the religious contingent in American society.
When I read your first post, I immediately thought of this movie:
My ex was living there when we first met. There was also a Baskin–Robbins, a Canadian Bagel, a fried chicken place, and a hobby shop with model airplanes right around the corner.
I hung out there a lot! :o
When I was there (mid-90s) there was a huge ex-Soviet bakery next to the stop and everything smelled like sugar.
Yorkshire Pudding. That’s the one.
Perhaps not as bizarre as I remembered. But there are many, many other bizarre British dishes.
Yorkshire pudding is a Christmas dish? 
Don’t think so!
I love Yorkshire pudding with roast beef, brown gravy, and steamed peas. But it’s definitely not sweet. Just batter baked in beef fat.
That may have been where Canadian Bagel set up. Depends on which exit you used.
A few years back, they opened up a new exit 'way on the other side of the square/parking lot. You no longer have to navigate your way over Tverskaya aboveground, which was a real bitch once they closed the pedestrian tunnels for renovation.
Wait a minute… I thought that the primary meaning of “pudding” was what we Americans call “dessert”, any sweet dish served after a meal. And the secondary meaning of “pudding”, which accounts for black pudding, white pudding, and the like, is anything boiled. But now you’re telling me that there’s also a non-sweet pudding that’s baked in fat? In what sense is that a “pudding”?
That’s what YP is. You make a batter and pour it into a hot muffin tin that’s full of melted beef fat, then stick it in the oven. You eat the pastry with roast beef and gravy. It’s eggy, but not sweet.
Yes, yes, I got that. But in what sense is it a pudding?
Damned if I know!
“Pudding” in this sense would seem to mean “side dish” instead of “dessert.” Maybe sweet puddings were once also considered side dishes, just served at the end of a meal.
Another example is bread pudding. Yes, you can have it for dessert, but you could also eat it along with poultry, for example.
Insofar as I have a best guess, that would be it.
Well, you could insofar as there’s nothing actually stopping you, but you might well be the first person ever recorded as doing so.
You’re confusing bread pudding with bread sauce.