doing things arseways, as usual

[waider]

On my FROST.BOB trip to Canada, I picked up a James Joyce book in a bookstore in Montreal. Yes, I travelled thousands of miles away from Ireland and bought an Irish book.

This week, I had a starter featuring thin slices of kangaroo.

In an Icelandic restaurant. Go figure.

Comments

[matrushkaka.livejournal.com]

Mexican food? In Geneva? Are you being sarcastic?

[ronebofh.livejournal.com]

I was just wondering if it had any redeeming qualities at all. Or, really, a blow-by-blow of how bad it was. Like, when my sister-in-law went to a taqueria (pronounced ta-KER-ya instead of ta-keh-REE-ya) in Virginia, they served her a taco with pickles and a packet of mayonnaise.