Being a fat kid, the meals here have been interesting compared to the normal fare. As soon as the group sits down and we order drinks, the next 10 minutes of conversation go something like this:
“Has anyone had ______? Was it good?”
“I had _______. It wasn’t bad.”
“If you try ______, you’ll probably die. Just saying.”
The food is unbelievably expensive, to the extent that if we were in the US, I would be in the back washing dishes rather than eating off them. $16 bowl of soup? Mmhmm!
Lately though, I’ve been a bit more adventurous with food and that hasn’t always been a good move. For instance, the cannelloni contained raw dough instead of pasta tubes and the spinach tasted like Earth. In fact, I’m gagging a bit as I think of it now.
For the most part though, I’ve been muttering a lot of, “this is… um…peculiar.” Peculiar: adj.- My polite way of saying that this is utterly strange taste, but maybe it’s a cultural thing.
This was my salad, in an attempt to go for a healthy, light lunch.
