The only other city I could live in besides New York is London. And when I crave England I walk over to Myers of Keswick in the West Village, serving up across-the-pond charm and kitsch for over 25 years. It is a small space that could just as easily be off the King's Road, except that British pride (flags hanging from the ceiling and peeking out from corners) is a bit more in-your-face. They claim to be the "Mince Pie Capital of Manhattan," and will deliver these and other specialties like pork pies, Scotch eggs, Cornish pasties, and sausage rolls. I don't think I'll ever get the appeal of mince pie, but I will always understand the allure of all things British.