de lamb?
Like Gill I dislike ordering food in foreign restaurants, for fear of mispronouncing it, usually I point and say 'that one please' but then I feel stupid (still) for not attempting to pronounce it and thus conforming to the stuck up, laziness of English people when it comes to learning or speaking a foreign language.
Last night was no exception. After watching V for Vendetta at the cinema and me hiding behind my hands whenever someone died and then complaining afterwards it was gory ('Gory? Exactly what bit of it was Gory Ali?' - Mike) Mike and I went to Zagora to eat, a nice, quaint Moroccan restaurant in Fletchers walk in town.
After pondering the menu, it came to ordering. Mike, confident as ever stated that we would have the Briout de Crevettes to start, and for his main he would like the Tagine Zagora. Nice and easy. The waiter then looked at me, I said could I please have the Brochettes de Lamb.
"De lamb?" mike said stifling a laugh
"That's what it says on the menu" I said defiantly, feeling myself go red "Brochettes de Poulet/Lamb"
Mike stifled even more laughter
The waiter smirked
I went red.
The waiter addressed me- do you mean number 23? (great, now he had obviously decided I was such an idiot I needed to order using the numbers instead of the names) I nodded meekly.
Mike said "can we also have a pot of mixed olives please"
The waiter looked at me and said: "sorry, do you want lamb or chicken?"
I sighed inwardly "Lamb please" and then added "and can we..."
"and do you want that with fries or rice?"
"Er, rice please" I waited to make sure that I'd not be interrupted again and was about to request a Tagine of mixed vegetables when the waiter DID speak again "and a number 19?"
"Er, the mixed olives, yes please" I tried not to look at mike "and also a tagine of vegetables" I was determined to say something
"Number 21" He concluded
He then looked at me 'oh god, what now?' I thought
"And do you want a starter"
"Um, no thanks, we'll just share the one" Now I feel stingy and stupid.
The waiter left
Mike smirked
I drank (lots of) my red wine!
Last night was no exception. After watching V for Vendetta at the cinema and me hiding behind my hands whenever someone died and then complaining afterwards it was gory ('Gory? Exactly what bit of it was Gory Ali?' - Mike) Mike and I went to Zagora to eat, a nice, quaint Moroccan restaurant in Fletchers walk in town.
After pondering the menu, it came to ordering. Mike, confident as ever stated that we would have the Briout de Crevettes to start, and for his main he would like the Tagine Zagora. Nice and easy. The waiter then looked at me, I said could I please have the Brochettes de Lamb.
"De lamb?" mike said stifling a laugh
"That's what it says on the menu" I said defiantly, feeling myself go red "Brochettes de Poulet/Lamb"
Mike stifled even more laughter
The waiter smirked
I went red.
The waiter addressed me- do you mean number 23? (great, now he had obviously decided I was such an idiot I needed to order using the numbers instead of the names) I nodded meekly.
Mike said "can we also have a pot of mixed olives please"
The waiter looked at me and said: "sorry, do you want lamb or chicken?"
I sighed inwardly "Lamb please" and then added "and can we..."
"and do you want that with fries or rice?"
"Er, rice please" I waited to make sure that I'd not be interrupted again and was about to request a Tagine of mixed vegetables when the waiter DID speak again "and a number 19?"
"Er, the mixed olives, yes please" I tried not to look at mike "and also a tagine of vegetables" I was determined to say something
"Number 21" He concluded
He then looked at me 'oh god, what now?' I thought
"And do you want a starter"
"Um, no thanks, we'll just share the one" Now I feel stingy and stupid.
The waiter left
Mike smirked
I drank (lots of) my red wine!
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