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A Dog's Dinner (28 December 2009
Piste (yes,that really is the name – they have come home I hear you cry), the place we are staying in is a bit of a one horse town. Busy at lunchtimes and early evenings as the coaches full of people in from the coast are dropped into the eating halls – massive “Yucatan buffets” of all you can eat. When we arrived yesterday, hungry, we visited a couple but the smell and the vision of row after row of “local delicacies” festering away for hours on their slow burner things really wasn’t to our taste. We did manage to find the only place in town that had an a la carte so settled down to lunch of soup and two large margaritas – the soup tasted reasonable – or was that the effect of the margaritas? One more, together with our earlier ron con naranjo and we really may have been pissed in Piste (see photo)! So when it came to dinnertime we returned to Las Mestizas. Soup was off so we settled for an alternative. Gill chose badly the Pork Rehello. We have voted it the worst meal ever (not) eaten. Two large rubbery slices of Gouda cheese (with rind still on) floating in a gelatinous mess of green powdered soup, on top of that a pool of tomato sauce sprinkled with what we think was minced pork. All served at room temperature,,,,,, nice. But help was at hand – a lovely, rather thin mutt with one eye half the size of the other was looking beseechingly at us through the railings – so last night he got a good meal – Gill’s tea – a veritable dog’s dinner!
Piste (yes,that really is the name – they have come home I hear you cry), the place we are staying in is a bit of a one horse town. Busy at lunchtimes and early evenings as the coaches full of people in from the coast are dropped into the eating halls – massive “Yucatan buffets” of all you can eat. When we arrived yesterday, hungry, we visited a couple but the smell and the vision of row after row of “local delicacies” festering away for hours on their slow burner things really wasn’t to our taste. We did manage to find the only place in town that had an a la carte so settled down to lunch of soup and two large margaritas – the soup tasted reasonable – or was that the effect of the margaritas? One more, together with our earlier ron con naranjo and we really may have been pissed in Piste (see photo)! So when it came to dinnertime we returned to Las Mestizas. Soup was off so we settled for an alternative. Gill chose badly the Pork Rehello. We have voted it the worst meal ever (not) eaten. Two large rubbery slices of Gouda cheese (with rind still on) floating in a gelatinous mess of green powdered soup, on top of that a pool of tomato sauce sprinkled with what we think was minced pork. All served at room temperature,,,,,, nice. But help was at hand – a lovely, rather thin mutt with one eye half the size of the other was looking beseechingly at us through the railings – so last night he got a good meal – Gill’s tea – a veritable dog’s dinner!
