I travel to experience new cultures. I don’t want to wander around in a tour group, looking at a culture from the outside. I want to meet the locals, and I certainly don’t want to eat at restaurants whose menus have English translations. As a result, approximately 75% of my meals are absolutely delicious, while another 25% are… dining adventures.
My last night in Florence, I ordered a dish at one restaurant that was something with tomato and basil. I didn’t know what that something was, but I figured I’m in Italy – anything with tomato and basil must be good, right? I ordered, and the water asked me, “Medium?” I looked puzzled, so he said again, “Medium? Or rare?”
Ah, the something is a kind of meat! So I ordered it rare, naturally.
I was excited. And then it arrived. I took a look at the quivering mass of grey matter on my plate and realized, “Oh my God, I’ve ordered brain.” And of course, I had to order it raw.
Except of course, it wasn’t. Turns out entrecoat isn’t brain, it’s just a cut of beef near the ribs. But I suppose it’s only a matter of time…
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LOL is it wrong for me to think that the title ALMOST has a sexual connotation to it? :)
lol thats awesome, im going to france in a few days… any suggestions besides snail?
Was the title intentional? Sounds kind of sleezy…
whoa.. yumm heh heh