koala stomach and hippo bile
If it's true that you eat with your eyes, tonight I would have gone hungry. It's called schlachtschüssel and you don't want it. I had actually ordered the filet of lamb, which sounded lovely, but I was told that I was too late and it was the evening menu only. Since I was famished, I just couldn't be bothered choosing so I settled on the first thing that I saw. Perhaps the fact that it translates to "slaughter bowl" should have hinted to me that a random choice might not have been appropriate, after all if you choose randomly from a german menu you have a 20% chance of it being disgusting. However, as I randomly dropped my finger onto the evening menu I dismissed the odds with the thought that a surprise would be interesting. Interesting it was.
As I sliced into it, it purged itself onto my plate. Sometimes when I'm a passenger in a car, I get a little paranoid - it's a control thing mainly, and as I gather fairly common amoungst drivers. When I feel like that, I console myself with the fact that no matter how bad a driver they are, most people spend most of their driving time not crashing, so the odds of it happening while I'm in the car with them is slim. When I looked at my plate I had to console myself with the fact that I hadn't seen anyone keel over and die since I sat down.
The saving grace of this evening's food however was the fact that I didn't pay for it - it'll be expensed. At least I tell myself that it's a saving grace - the fact is that if someone had come up to me and offered for me to not eat it if I paid, I would have taken them up on it.
Why did I? I don't actually know - perhaps some sick pride.
As I sliced into it, it purged itself onto my plate. Sometimes when I'm a passenger in a car, I get a little paranoid - it's a control thing mainly, and as I gather fairly common amoungst drivers. When I feel like that, I console myself with the fact that no matter how bad a driver they are, most people spend most of their driving time not crashing, so the odds of it happening while I'm in the car with them is slim. When I looked at my plate I had to console myself with the fact that I hadn't seen anyone keel over and die since I sat down.
The saving grace of this evening's food however was the fact that I didn't pay for it - it'll be expensed. At least I tell myself that it's a saving grace - the fact is that if someone had come up to me and offered for me to not eat it if I paid, I would have taken them up on it.
Why did I? I don't actually know - perhaps some sick pride.
posted by nj at
22:35
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Sometimes you win, and sometimes you lose. I was in Lyon with three friends, and we got lunch at a nice little restaurant. None of us spoke enough French to actually have a conversation what we were eating, but the waiter spoke enough English to try to explain the menu.
My friends were kind of picky eaters, so they worked through the menu with the waiter, trying to find food that sounded interesting. I ordered one of the menus, without asking what anything was.
I was the only one who got anything edible. I got a salad Lyonnaise, which apparently has bacon and a raw egg (and which was delicious), and some sort of thing which was, apparently, bread baked in a cheese cream sauce. My whole meal was delicious, while my friends tried to work their way through "assorted organs," and "pork swimming in pig fat."
K
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Kevin, at 3:02 pm
if you choose randomly from a german menu you have a 20% chance of it being disgusting.
I think a mere 20% is exceedingly generous to German cooks. It must be said, however, that the stuff that Germans do well, they do very well. Bier, Brot und Bratwurst!
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Anonymous, at 6:23 pm
The previous evening I had schweinebraten from the same place and it was fantastic.
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nj, at 6:42 pm
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