Sunday, March 29, 2009
This is Why You're Fat
"Where dreams become heart attacks."
I wouldn't recommend trying to re-create any of what you see at home, no matter how hungover you are.
I wouldn't recommend trying to re-create any of what you see at home, no matter how hungover you are.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
I didn't get a chance to chow down on copious amounts of meat as much as I had hoped in Hungary, but I did feast on this succulent kebab. It was washed down with a couple of glasses of bull's blood (a wine specific to the town of Eger).
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
I seem to have some sort of fixation with train station food in the former east bloc. There is something about the social nature of the seating areas, the bland grey concrete walls, the cafeteria-style kiosks, and of course the proprietors who have no doubt been working there since Soviet times.
The above sausage is a relic from that era. It was filled with more rice than meat, but still turned out to be reasonably tasty. Unfortunately, the weather was so cold that all the grease congealed before I had a chance to finish eating even half.
