30 December 2005
The house was toasty warm (in parts) this morning. We've rigged up all the fan heaters on timer things so that we don't wake up to burst pipes and frozen toes.
Can't get a plumber or an electrician till next Wednesday. Aargh. Fortunately, I am depending on the kindness of friends and the gym to keep clean.
Yesterday, at my favourite Vietnamese place, a chap walked in and asked for Tom Yum. The proprietress (who is generally pretty abrupt) must have been in a good mood because she merely sent one of her sons to escort said chap to a nearby place where he could have said Tom Yum. I would have quite liked it though if she'd taken a Basil Fawlty stance and humiliated him in front of everybody but then I'm clearly just mean.
I had the biggest bowl of beef and beef ball pho. It was soooo good. It was to make up for the teeniest, tiniest, nastiest bowl of beef pho that I had in a restaurant in Aberdeen last week. I had trustingly believed the review in Olive magazine, that it was a Vietnamese restaurant worth visiting. But it was basically a typical north-of-the-Watford-Gap Chinese restaurant, masquerading as a Vietnamese restaurant. BB said I should have known better.
Olive magazine has sunk in my estimation.
Can't get a plumber or an electrician till next Wednesday. Aargh. Fortunately, I am depending on the kindness of friends and the gym to keep clean.
Yesterday, at my favourite Vietnamese place, a chap walked in and asked for Tom Yum. The proprietress (who is generally pretty abrupt) must have been in a good mood because she merely sent one of her sons to escort said chap to a nearby place where he could have said Tom Yum. I would have quite liked it though if she'd taken a Basil Fawlty stance and humiliated him in front of everybody but then I'm clearly just mean.
I had the biggest bowl of beef and beef ball pho. It was soooo good. It was to make up for the teeniest, tiniest, nastiest bowl of beef pho that I had in a restaurant in Aberdeen last week. I had trustingly believed the review in Olive magazine, that it was a Vietnamese restaurant worth visiting. But it was basically a typical north-of-the-Watford-Gap Chinese restaurant, masquerading as a Vietnamese restaurant. BB said I should have known better.
Olive magazine has sunk in my estimation.
Labels: food, magazines, restaurants
# posted by gilamonster : 09:21
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I have a simple rule of thumb: in Britain never eat in an Asian restaurant outside London, Birmingham and Manchester. Also Bradford for curries. Also never eat in an Asian restaurant where the waiting staff are not of the same ethnicity as the restaurant. And never eat in a restaurant which serves more than one national cuisine.
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