the cafe next door had a sign that said "Genuine English food served here" I never saw anyone eating there.
I dunno. I don't like eating a hige meal within 3 hours of bedtime. I like it to be all digested when I go to sleep.
dyslexia wrote:The sign in the window of the cafe where I usually ate said "Canadians and Americans served from 5:30 til 7:00"
those are menu selections
Gotta keep the locals happy
got to keep the customers satisfied
satisfied -- yeah...
Rubber Soul ain't food, it's Beatles music!
In Holland, old times, 6 o'clock was dinner time. 6 o'clock sharp. A housewife, a family, eating later than 6 o'clock was through that act alone bohemian if not downright suspicious. Its one of the things immigrants always made fun of. Oh yes, and: potatoes-vegetables-meat, the wholly trinity of Dutch home-cooking. Pasta or one-pan dishes would also identify you as a bohemian, up into the eighties.
Things have significantly relaxed in the past twenty years or so tho. Cos of all the foreigners, all the yuppies, all the new cosmopolitans. The restaurants downtown are now full till late (later than here in HU).
We always ate dinner around 8 o'clock until we had our son. Now we're on a regular 6:30-7:00 schedule like most people.
I loved it in Italy....small breakfast, huge lunch followed by a nap & time off, then work a little more and have a huge dinner from 8 to 10...seemed very civilized to me.
Eva wrote:have a huge dinner from 8 to 10...
It took TWO HOURS to eat dinner??? You must have eaten everything in sight!
The Italians believe in leisurely dining. Three to five courses. Some small, some large, and they always clear the table in between courses. And always, there is conversation. Then they linger at the table over wine or other drinks afterward. They do not believe it is healthy to rush meals the way Americans do. Traditionally, the French do the same thing. It's very civilized.
In Italy, it is necessary to allot at least two hours for a proper dinner. Some take longer. Restaurants do not close until midnight.
looks like the thing finally kicked the bucket.
good!
on to other things...
man, it would be embarrassing if i posted this.
no way do i hit Submit!
i'll just do a quickie Preview, then move on to something else.
DAMN!
i just popped an eyeglass lens.
things are a little blurry now.
okay, i seem to recall that the Preview button is the one on the right
Well, back to the old homestead. This thread is so comfy, that I think that it will last.......................forever!
Move over, Phoenix.
You're on the comfy spot.
Scooch scooch ... I don't want to spill my tea on you.
ok
<sigh>
That's nice.
Aren't you cold like that?
Who eats dinner in less than two hours? Philistines?
Unless you are trying to make an 8:00 curtain, drinks are served sevenish, then some appetizers arrive and orders are placed for dinner.
We solve in no particular order:
A) the situation in the Middle East,
B) the best route to take to return to New Jersey or Long Island or Washington Heights,
C) whether Sharon Stone should ever be allowed on screen again,
D) what should be done to the ratbastards (there are so many of so many kinds.),
E)why the parking in the city is so bad and
F) what kind of olive oil is in the blue dish. (the waiter assists)
A second drink is poured and sipped on.
Some soups or salads appear and are made to disappear.
There is laughter. Two books are mentioned, promised to be read, and the promises disappear with the salad.
Then the main courses, perhaps a glass of wine.
There is sharing of forkfuls.
Expressions of "Oh my god. That's good." and "hmmmumph"
The skinniest person there always eats the least.
"The shoot in Australia...."
"His daughter now lives about six blocks from..."
"Oo, you'll never guess who..."
"So, of course, no one saw that coming? What the..."
"It's a protobase or some..."
"And (pointing) he brings out flowers..."
It is now somewhat after nine.
No one guessed.
The dessert menu is perused.
(We split, four ways, a completely decadently over-caloried taste explosion [there is chocolate involved], luckily, no injuries from the flying spoons.
Is anyone having coffee?
Decafs all around.
There is some serious discussion about the future, and some making plans to do this again.
The check is divided. There is no disagreement on the tip. (Waiter's apartment rent for three days is paid.)
Taxis are hailed.
Taxi drivers lose a lot of money waiting for hugfest at the curb to cease.
"Wonderful." she says , "I love that place. Oo, what time is it?"
"Not late, "I say, "It's not even eleven yet."
The George Washington Bridge comes flying towards us and we bid you all adieu.
Joe(We should go dancing now...)Nation
Sounds blissful, Joe.
(Sigh.)
Here, it's eat-on-the-run-so-you-can-get-to-Scouts/karate/piano/whatever-ten-minutes-late. You can do your homework in the car. Hurry!
