Some food is bad, others uninspired
Some, however, are such horrible, nasty pieces of satanic maliciousness that you remember them for the rest of your life, for all the wrong reasons. What was that meal?
Some, however, are such horrible, nasty pieces of satanic maliciousness that you remember them for the rest of your life, for all the wrong reasons. What was that meal?
In Peru with my expedition, all the guys went out for a meal in the village we were staying in. If we had ignored the first food place (NOT a restraunt by any stretch of the imagination) we would have found this lovely place run by two old English ladies. Instead we found The Place With No Name
We were the only customers, and the floor around the window was plastered with guano. We make our orders, and wait. And wait, and wait, and wait. About an hour later, we get some soup. It's nice soup, basic and warm (tomato). Then we wait for another hour, getting really, REALLY depressed. Then our main turns up, and it's AWFUL. Chips are cold, meat is cold and tough, nothing else really on the plate. We start going giddy and overly cheerful, in contrast to our pre-main depression. We assume we've either been drugged or we've gone delirious with dissapointment and hunger
Another Hour Passes
We get the desert/pudding, along with the drink we really should have got at the start. I made the mistake of ordering Andean Cream for pudding and Papaya for my drink. The andean cream was, basically, ridicolously watery, overly sweet porridge (tasted like cold sick). The papaya tasted like tepid bathwater...with lumps in it
By now we've gone insane with boredom/bad food/possible druggings, and we leave in a fit of the giggles. Outside, two of my friends instantly vomit. We freak out. "Are you okay?!" we ask them. "Yeah!" they laugh. They're fine, not ill or poorly at all. Turns out their stomach just flat-out rejected the food, and voided their contents. After a couple of retches, my mates are a-okay, and we all agree that we can never complain about bad food, long waiting times or bad service in any restraunt ever again after that
We were the only customers, and the floor around the window was plastered with guano. We make our orders, and wait. And wait, and wait, and wait. About an hour later, we get some soup. It's nice soup, basic and warm (tomato). Then we wait for another hour, getting really, REALLY depressed. Then our main turns up, and it's AWFUL. Chips are cold, meat is cold and tough, nothing else really on the plate. We start going giddy and overly cheerful, in contrast to our pre-main depression. We assume we've either been drugged or we've gone delirious with dissapointment and hunger
Another Hour Passes
We get the desert/pudding, along with the drink we really should have got at the start. I made the mistake of ordering Andean Cream for pudding and Papaya for my drink. The andean cream was, basically, ridicolously watery, overly sweet porridge (tasted like cold sick). The papaya tasted like tepid bathwater...with lumps in it
By now we've gone insane with boredom/bad food/possible druggings, and we leave in a fit of the giggles. Outside, two of my friends instantly vomit. We freak out. "Are you okay?!" we ask them. "Yeah!" they laugh. They're fine, not ill or poorly at all. Turns out their stomach just flat-out rejected the food, and voided their contents. After a couple of retches, my mates are a-okay, and we all agree that we can never complain about bad food, long waiting times or bad service in any restraunt ever again after that
