Did you manage to read through the lines? Off to the supermarket we went, where surprisingly, there was still joints of meat available
But, I don’t receive money from a magical money tree that sprouts up and gives me compensation each time I get asked that question. Or any other question for that matter
And after months of waiting, we can now sample what clouds would taste like again.
My alarm is going off at 6:30AM. Actually, I’m not sure if it’s the alarm, or just the bells ringing in my head accompanying my hangover. In fact, I might still be drunk.
They do Polish food, in particular, Pierogies. So I offend the lovely waitress who spent a minute or two describing the different pierogie they have by not ordering any.
I don’t care, and I start munching on it, getting chocolate all over my face and beard. I’m like a kid again. A kid with first, and possibly second degree burns in his mouth.
Perusing the menu, you can see the obvious Japanese and Korean influences on the food here. Case in point, the first thing on the menu was “kimchi”. The second being “miso”.