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Do you have news you would like to publish? If so enter it using our news form. A Tragic Dinner or the Place You End Up WithLast night at 10:10 PM six starving delegates and speakers of the aTypI conference rushed out of a couple of taxis and into a famed seafood restaurant only to discover that the kitchen had been closed for ten minutes. After hearing that they very likely wouldn't find anything to eat that night because every restaurant kitchen in Copenhagen closes at approximately the same time, they decided to fight despair and try their luck in another fish restaurant nearby, where it was agreed that orders should be sent in before the kitchen closed, another twenty minutes. Aha, that's plenty of time! some of them said. As soon as menus were opened, a dreadful discovery was made - the cheapest dish costed at least £35, which left the French element of the assembly totally stunned - those were prices Alain Ducasse or any three-Michelin-starred chef would never dare to charge back home. Without giving it any more thinking, the whole group took off from their seats in horror and flew into the night. The whole scene didn't last more than 50 seconds. There usually is, in every city center in the world, a dreaded spot evil forces invariably lead you to when you're desperate for a bit to eat. This place may be called "the Restaurant You End Up With". And the little group was in a suitable situation to be led to this very place. Italian-international cuisine it claimed to serve, but pasta was definitely out, since the kitchen was no longer able to produce any. Bad start: rotating the glass Some genuine North African plonk instantly appeared on the table, which led the French element to suspect that the owner of the place was actually not from Italy but from the glorious country Hannibal came from with his elephants to cross the Alps. And indeed the feast that followed had some mysterious analogy with the heavy pounding of thousands of elephant feet stomping through fragile Alpine forests. Owner said they should taste the wine correctly, that is rotate the glass and then smell. That operation does bring out the flavor of wine, any flavor, that is. And the dreadful wine thus revealed the whole extent of its dreadfulness. Obviously the place wasn't likely to ever experience clogged plumbing if unfinished bottles were wisely poured down the sink. Here are some excerpts of the conversation that followed:
>p>"The cook must be in love. This is actualy shrimp-flavoured salt." True, the company was perfect. This really saved this evening from being a bad memory. But beware if you're wandering through the night, starving. The Place You End Up With is lurking in the dark for you. Start earlier or go for shawarma. You've been warned. Posted on: 22 September 2001 |