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| Tuesday, May 30, 2006 |
| Fancy Food |
Mr Ata and I have been doing the Festival of Food. This is a little eventy sort of thing where six classy (read:expensive) restaurants put on a special deal - for about $20 or $25 a head you get bread, entree, main meal, side salad and a little something sweet afterward. Essentially, it means that what would usually be a ridiculously expensive night out becomes a mildly expensive night out. Keeping in mind that drinks are extra, of course. Usually we go away for a couple of nights and stay in a bed-and-breakfast, but this year we decided to spread it over a few weeks and do the Festival of Food instead. What this actually means is that for one night a week over six weeks, we go to Nice Places and pretend that we have manners whilst eating food that we can't pronounce and are not sure what implement to use for. Like last night, part of the entree plate was lobster bisque, served in little cups. With no spoons provided, we weren't sure how you were supposed to eat it. Ata doesn't like lobster anything anyway, so Mr Ata got two. After a brief debate (and the discovery that you really can't eat it with a fork), he drank it straight out of the little cups. Hopefully that is what one is supposed to do. Not that anyone was paying any attention to us, anyway. At least, I hope they weren't paying attention when I ate the leftover salsa from the prawns with my fingers. It was very tasty. I did somehow manage to resist lapping up the incredibly scrumptious caramelised balsamic vinegar straight out of the dish, so I feel that the night was a success on the whole.
Ata took the opportunity to try out her American accent on the waiter. He didn't actually laugh aloud (hooray! 10 points for Ata!), but he did look as though he might (oh well. Down five points). Some work still required.
I must go now, I have just realised that I brought shopping home and forgot to put some things in the fridge. Tonight we are eating toasted tomato & cheese sandwiches. Which are all very well, but I shall be secretly thinking of yam gnocchi with sundried tomatoes and warrigal spinach and manzanillo olives and verjuice buerre blanc. MMmmmmMmmm. |
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What this actually means is that for one night a week over six weeks, we go to Nice Places and pretend that we have manners whilst eating food that we can't pronounce and are not sure what implement to use for.
That cracked me up. My mental picture had the Ata's sitting at the table with bits of straw sticking out of their hair.
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What this actually means is that for one night a week over six weeks, we go to Nice Places and pretend that we have manners whilst eating food that we can't pronounce and are not sure what implement to use for.
That cracked me up. My mental picture had the Ata's sitting at the table with bits of straw sticking out of their hair.