Fuck me, that stuff is rich!
For those not in the know, which I'm happy to say I was until after I ate the stuff, It's prepared in the following time honoured tradition.
Take all the shit of a sheep that you wouldn't normally give to your dogs, chuck it into the same sheep's' stomach, of all places, and stew the fucker up.
When It was sat in front of me It didn't look too bad. It's served with potato and turnip, and gives off a Shepherds Pie vibe...
This stuff is Shepherds pie on Ice.
The old lady who served me(she also cooked it, this place was small. 10 bodies would have it packed to the door)seemed to hover while I ate. At one stage I thought I wouldn't be able to finish, and she politely bent down and asked, through a smile.
'Had enough, or just resting on your laurels?'Well fuck you, polite old lady. I'm not done!
Just to spite her I finished it off...
That fucker repeated on me all night, and I could still taste it after I woke up, and had chewed gum. For a brief panicked moment I thought I may taste it forever...
Proud to say I made it through, but have stuck to things I've known off menu's since.
I'm a learning, People.
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