You know those sophisticated restaurants with fancy (mostly they add some syllables to certain food words so it sounds more 'French' you know) names where you got a full list of odd meals that you have no idea of and no chance of visual sight of the meal; and the too gentle waitress stands upon you and demands that you choose one of them. I feel like in a casino when I'm choosing what to eat at those places, cuz 90% of the time the food they bring is either so big and full of junk that you can't -won't- eat (which is the better option) or some sort of freak show you don't even wanna touch with your fork.
Anyway, yesterday I ordered something real simple -Mediterranean Sandwich- well, what do you expect? Lots of cheese, tomatoes, green things stuffed in a big envelope of a bread, eh? Well, let me tell you the sight of the food they brought: The first thing that caught my attention was the huge cheese layer covering half of the plate and the other half was full of needle-sized potato chips. Hmm, I wondered to myself, is this my sandwich or what? Then I realized, under that fried cheese layer there's two slices of very thin tomato and real thin wheat-bread. But the cheese is melted and spread everywhere so I had to eat with with knife and fork and the potatoes are ever-innocently looking at me, delivering the message that this "thing" cannot be anything related to any part of the Mediterranean.
My theory was confirmed one more time. Either let the waiter explain and visualize the food with details or eat something you have already eaten and liked.
Maybe if they had Sprite, I could take it easier, but settling with 7-Up, man that was the final blow for me. No more Mediterranean Sandwich (my butt) for me.
Anyway, yesterday I ordered something real simple -Mediterranean Sandwich- well, what do you expect? Lots of cheese, tomatoes, green things stuffed in a big envelope of a bread, eh? Well, let me tell you the sight of the food they brought: The first thing that caught my attention was the huge cheese layer covering half of the plate and the other half was full of needle-sized potato chips. Hmm, I wondered to myself, is this my sandwich or what? Then I realized, under that fried cheese layer there's two slices of very thin tomato and real thin wheat-bread. But the cheese is melted and spread everywhere so I had to eat with with knife and fork and the potatoes are ever-innocently looking at me, delivering the message that this "thing" cannot be anything related to any part of the Mediterranean.
My theory was confirmed one more time. Either let the waiter explain and visualize the food with details or eat something you have already eaten and liked.
Maybe if they had Sprite, I could take it easier, but settling with 7-Up, man that was the final blow for me. No more Mediterranean Sandwich (my butt) for me.
(This is actually something you expect when you hear the word Mediterranean)
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