www.theblisspages.com - favourite restaurants
this poem is based on my favourite restaurants round the world, and it's all completely true
A traveller I was, ranging far and wide
In each country, new eating places I tried
I sometimes got lost, wandering aimlessly round souks
But ne'er would I forget the route to my favourite soups.
In Rabat I can retrace my steps,
Past a church, left and left again, some tasty crêpes, perchance?
To finish, Grand Marnier soufflé - order twenty minutes in advance.
In Bangkok, down Sukomvit, my local Indian waits,
Tables nearly on the floor, it's served well several dates
Its Mogul dishes great, kulfi reigns supreme
Decor memorable, service impeccable, dishes like a dream.
In Beijing, a French meal sublime
I felt I was suspended in time
Four hours, nine courses, with harpist accompanying
Sorbets, meat dishes, sweets - I vaguely recall dumpling.
In Paris I remember an evening in a bistro
For once, it was not the food or wine I remember
(Though the wine was gluggable and the meat, it was tender)
The conversation, the camaraderie, the occasion, was all
A wife waiting for husband and lover, then left, walking tall
Involved in the story, the intrigue, the frisson transcends
We didn't feel like outsiders, but family or friends.
In Dakar - Senegal - I had oursin followed by steak
Oursin - sea-urchin, salty, delicious, I'm glad I did partake
The steak was rare, and bloody as it gushed
No time to cook it bleu, as to the airport I rushed
In Cusco - Peru - I ordered cuy
"None in stock, we'll see what we can do"
We were sent a'bar, I had a Pisco sour Grande
But when the dish was procured, cooked, served -
I should have had a brandy
Staring at me from the centre of the dish,
A dreadful sight made me wish
I'd ordered something else - too late
It was the waiter's son's pet guinea-pig
spatch-cocked on the plate.
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