Trying New Food
No football today due to a typhoon.
Today was Can't Be Buggered to Cook Day, so I finally made good on my resolution to try out the Nigerian restaurant a few blocks over. At 7:30pm the place was completely empty and the woman behind the counter looked surprised to see a customer. I enquired after dinner.
"It's African food," she said, dubiously. Right, one of those places. I assured her that was fine and she asked what I would like. The realisation dawned that there wasn't a menu, so I just asked for something vegetarian.
She looked even more dubious. But she asked if, "[stuff i couldn't make out] and plantain" would be alright. Sure, I'm here to try something new, even if I don't know what it is. Part of the "stuff" was orange-coloured rice. On second thought, I should have been more mistrusting of the red bits contained therein. Brought a whole new meaning to the word "dragonbreath".
The cook's toddler provided me with a devoted audience of one to attend my dinner. "My plantain!" Though I think my long scarf was the most appealing thing about me.
Anyway, it was a good, filling meal and the cook was pleased to have won a new convert. Will definitely be going there again. And I must say, the sheer variety of restaurants is one of the great things about London. Of course, I loved French food while I was in Paris, but a change is nice now that I'm over here.
Today was Can't Be Buggered to Cook Day, so I finally made good on my resolution to try out the Nigerian restaurant a few blocks over. At 7:30pm the place was completely empty and the woman behind the counter looked surprised to see a customer. I enquired after dinner.
"It's African food," she said, dubiously. Right, one of those places. I assured her that was fine and she asked what I would like. The realisation dawned that there wasn't a menu, so I just asked for something vegetarian.
She looked even more dubious. But she asked if, "[stuff i couldn't make out] and plantain" would be alright. Sure, I'm here to try something new, even if I don't know what it is. Part of the "stuff" was orange-coloured rice. On second thought, I should have been more mistrusting of the red bits contained therein. Brought a whole new meaning to the word "dragonbreath".
The cook's toddler provided me with a devoted audience of one to attend my dinner. "My plantain!" Though I think my long scarf was the most appealing thing about me.
Anyway, it was a good, filling meal and the cook was pleased to have won a new convert. Will definitely be going there again. And I must say, the sheer variety of restaurants is one of the great things about London. Of course, I loved French food while I was in Paris, but a change is nice now that I'm over here.