The mosques in Andalusia in southern Spain are nothing short of amazing. Besides the remarkable architecture, there is the color. Everywhere color!
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Monday, July 9, 2012
Bone Appeteat
Far be it from me to poke fun at any Europeans' English. With the exception of the German-speaking countries, nowhere is the locals' English worse than my abilities in their own language. This, however, couldn't keep us from a smile or two (alright - also some belly laughs) when recently reviewing the English-language menu kindly provided to us at a small tapas bar in Seville, Spain.
It all started with: "Clouds of Chicken" . We've all seen clouds with shapes that remind us other things, but fowl? And on my plate?
Then we had: "Muffled Shrimp". Makes sense to me: if there's anything I hate it's a loud-mouthed little guy.
This was quickly followed by: "Mussles to the Garlic". And, right behind: "Eggplant to the Oven". What is this - a menu order, or some twisted Hitler Army order?
Up until this point, all seemed well. I'm sure I could have enjoyed any of these unpredictable meals. But the final entree remained, I'm afraid, off limits: "Cream of Scum".
It was about at this point that we asked where the nearest McDonalds was...
It all started with: "Clouds of Chicken" . We've all seen clouds with shapes that remind us other things, but fowl? And on my plate?
Then we had: "Muffled Shrimp". Makes sense to me: if there's anything I hate it's a loud-mouthed little guy.
This was quickly followed by: "Mussles to the Garlic". And, right behind: "Eggplant to the Oven". What is this - a menu order, or some twisted Hitler Army order?
Up until this point, all seemed well. I'm sure I could have enjoyed any of these unpredictable meals. But the final entree remained, I'm afraid, off limits: "Cream of Scum".
It was about at this point that we asked where the nearest McDonalds was...
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Maybe He Should Use the Partner's Name
While it may not be as bad as a barber shop named Sweeney Todd, I'm not convinced this hair dresser in Brussels has chosen the ideal name for his undertaking...
Another Tough Day...
Maybe if we're good, really good, in this life, in the next one we'll get to come back as cats. We can only hope!
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Woman's Best Friend
OK, sure: he may lick himself at times and in places that are not always appropriate. But I think that a few minor character flaws can be overlooked when he's willing to hang out the laundry to dry. Hey Fido: sic sheets!
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