So that’s what remains the morning after?
A taste of garlic coming from seemingly inexhaustible depths?
Luckily, I have already pushed 40, so I am not that easy to surprise.
Even though I paid 130 teuros for the dinner.
But I do wonder … How on Earth could I have ever found the Gaussian bell curve fascinating?
I mean, when you realize for sure you haven’t reached its bell fat in things that matter and life can be particularly strenuous because of that – how come I still think everything will be OK?
So we had our date in a famous restaurant yesterday, because we celebrated 10 years of my being a mini business person.
And I thought they’d mention garlic if there was garlic inside.
But I wasn’t prepared for cold couscous “Indian way” as amuse-bouche … You know: I hate cold couscous … but I wanted to be polite so I swallowed. It turned out Indian people are basically to be considered as Garlic people. Who knew?
And where are all the lovely black truffle shavings that made my ravioli so delicious? Why no after taste today?I tell you, garlic is devil’s work, it drives away all the pleasure one was able to lay hands on.
Oh well, I guess if Mr. Quixote couldn’t change the world, I am not going to either. Apart from other bad things, I am going to be force fed garlic by mainstream minds repeatedly, no matter how exclusive their cuisine. :-(