susys running away to sea

"The rigors (sic) of an expeditionary lifestyle"

Friday, January 18, 2008


'Beef's off, dear. And the lamb. And the chicken and pork,' says the waitress, pencil poised somewhat uselessly above her pad. She considers, thinking, as we anxiously search for any leftovers. Mm, mussels look good. We turn towards her, starting to mouth the word. 'Oh, and the mussels. They're off,' she says with satisfaction.

So it's burgers and sausages. Actually the venison hache (burger to you and me) is ok and comes without those doughy buns so beloved of lesser establishments.


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