Lol well. Found an Argentinian Restaurant in Acra, Ghana, when I worked there, that served an excellent steak but also stocked kangaroo and crocodile meat. Then there was also The Carnivore restaurant - spiritual home, or what! - in Midrand and Nairobi. I never got to try the one in Mauritius thought. Being by yourself in a Carnivore while the rest of the customers are partying tourists kinda spoils the thing.
Just before my sister married an Australian bloke we took his family out to Carnivores - they loved it. We told them that's what we eat here and they let him marry my sister anyway!
Heh - we used to be in a business park with a couple of buck and zebra wandering around an enclosure in the middle. People NEVER asked if they were wild or not when you told 'em what you could see out the window; they just assumed. Then there was the time email was down. I'd just got a laptop and found an mp3 or some tom-toms. Talking on the phone to somebody in the UK, I had the clip running in the background and didn't tell 'em the mail was back up. When they said they'd got a mail from me, I told them we had a guy out on the fire-escape with a drum, relaying the message down to the SP in Joburg, where it was being typed in and sent under my name. Oh and the time I told somebody about going down to the docks just past the CBD in Joburg, first thing in the morning, to buy fresh, fresh fish off the Rrrrrrussian trrrrrawlers. Evil, yes.
I don't remember it like that at all. Was it tail?
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You have to watch out for what they'ber been eating, too.
Lots of fish gives them a fishy taste.
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Lol well. Found an Argentinian Restaurant in Acra, Ghana, when I worked there, that served an excellent steak but also stocked kangaroo and crocodile meat.
Then there was also The Carnivore restaurant - spiritual home, or what! - in Midrand and Nairobi. I never got to try the one in Mauritius thought. Being by yourself in a Carnivore while the rest of the customers are partying tourists kinda spoils the thing.
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Then there was the time email was down. I'd just got a laptop and found an mp3 or some tom-toms. Talking on the phone to somebody in the UK, I had the clip running in the background and didn't tell 'em the mail was back up. When they said they'd got a mail from me, I told them we had a guy out on the fire-escape with a drum, relaying the message down to the SP in Joburg, where it was being typed in and sent under my name.
Oh and the time I told somebody about going down to the docks just past the CBD in Joburg, first thing in the morning, to buy fresh, fresh fish off the Rrrrrrussian trrrrrawlers.
Evil, yes.
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