Last week, we were taking lunch in a roadside eatery - the sort of establishment that would feature on Ramsays Vietnamese Kitchen Nightmares. In fairness, our lunch was ok, but during the course of it, there was this truly horriffic smell filling the room..... no one seemed duly concerned, and we were told that it was actually the food. I checked the menu again to see if there was 'sewer en croute', drain pie or indeed shit sandwich, but it turned out to be cows stomach - my god it was unpleasant, I had to go to the loo for fresher air.
Finally tasted dog last week too - grim - a once in a lifetime experience for Western. If someone had told me before this trip that I would chose to eat dog, I would have said they were barking....after having grown up with 3 x beautiful hounds (Roo, Bruce & Henry), the thought of eating one of their brethren would have appalled me. The difference here is that these pooches are far less attractive creatures, in-bred beyond belief and prone to keeping you up all night..."if you're not going to shut it up, then at least eat it."
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