A couple of weeks ago I spotted a young Japanese woman carefully positioning and photographing her croissant and coffee in a popular
crappy deli in central Saigon. As I watched her I thought, "I’m sure I look more stupid, and less attractive, than her when I’m in ‘blog-mode’" I thought about her again earlier this evening. I nipped into the Czech Brewery for a pint on the way home. Lacking any entertaining literature, I perused the menu. You never know what you might find when Vietnamese scribes are let loose on an English lingo menu. Not that it’s wrong, it’s just that the potentially appetizing is made to sound… well… unappetizing. I photographed the highlights and I’ve had a quick stab at rewording with mucho embellishmento… Suggestions welcome.
Char-grilled peasant-style Bavarian leg of pork encrusted with Moldovan peppercorns slow finished in a Tagine, served with a crab apple and goosebery salsa dip and frosted rocket ‘Alhambra’.
Chevre avec creme d’Hokkaidonaise.
Stoned thigh a la Kiwi.
Goat au vin.
Actually this one’s pretty good. Whatever…