When I went to France back in the 80s, the first meal I ate after I arrived was Steak Tartare. .
One of my earliest memories of The Internet, Ed, is reading a story online of a man describing eating this in a restaurant overseas. Then coming home. Then finding he had a tapeworm.
Then describing the (literally) gut-wrenching experience of having the creature die in his intestine.
When I went to France back in the 80s, the first meal I ate after I arrived was Steak Tartare. .
One of my earliest memories of The Internet, Ed, is reading a story online of a man describing eating this in a restaurant overseas. Then coming home. Then finding he had a tapeworm.
Then describing the (literally) gut-wrenching experience of having the creature die in his intestine.
Was that you???
Nope! First of all, I'm a woman and secondly, I didn't become ill despite the wager placed on that chance by my best friend.
That's a horrible story though. Yuck or as joan puts it....bluurrgh and to paraphrase Oct, yarkworthy.
I'm on a cruise ship right now and this thread made me take note of the other people around our table at evening dining. I'm the only one who switches the fork to my right hand when it's time to tuck in. That's one out of a table of 9. Even the missus is making me look bad!!!
I hope your missus knows that in about an hour you are going to get up from your seat in the cabaret show and go find the tv room - like we used to at holiday camps!!
Haha. We actually swerved the seated dining last night to eat in the buffet restaurant cos I would have missed the whole game otherwise, so I got to eat with me hands!! And what a show the boys in red put on, even if the odds were forever in our favour
