Dear reader, I have oft written and described pub meals we have endured, rather than enjoyed or relished.
Yesterday was another occasion of non -enjoyment of a meal. We went to our usual hotel/pub for lunch, after we had done shopping etc, in Naracoorte. I should have decided after the last time, not to order soup again. But, I always like to give people a second chance. Bad move as it turned out. The so called soup last time was supposed to be tomato, bacon and parsley. Not at all appealing or tasty.
I decided to have another bowl yesterday. This time it was supposed to be, ooops, memory lapse. Do not recall what it was called. Anyway, I think the cook has absolutely NO idea how to make soup. He just opens several tins of diced tomatoes, and adds bits of what ever he can find and bungs them in a cooking pot and hopes for the best. Just remembered, it was called, Beef and Vegetable soup. It, like last time, was mostly tinned tomatoes and onion. Very watery and not worthy of the title soup. Yuk!!! I was luke warm too. Ugh!
Funny thing is, I am not really much of a soup lover, so it surprised me that I chanced it. Never again.
2 comments:
Who's the one with the memory problem here? Surely there is another place that you can, for a change, enjoy to eat at.
You KNOW your father is a creature of habit. I go where I am took. It saves hassles. It's pointless trying to get him to go somewhere else. Anyway, the grub at the other hostelries is much of a muchness.It is just nice to be taken out for a meal any time, anywhere.He will not go to cafes either.
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