Food, Glorious Food

I have to admit that I am more of a gourmand than a gourmet but having come across this charming escaping snail (although I claim Scottish blood and our kings escaped to France whenever the damned English outfought us, I still see no reason for using French terms when perfectly good English ones exist, escargots - hah! And wine is pink not rose, oh damn, how I do I insert the accent?) it reminded me that I enjoy them, as did George even as a child. Here he can be seen wielding the utensils expertly and enjoying a dozen snails in the Ship (or one of them at least, we used the one by Sogo most) in KL. He looks pretty restaurant trained for a youngster, don't you think?

I am not quite so good and am a total lover of lobsters but need my charming wife to get the most out of the experience. Alice can get the last bit of meat out and I never order it unless she is there to give me the help I need to really get the best. Mind you the size of the ones we tend to order in the Lobsterman (again in KL) means that it takes a time to complete the whole thing and I have been known to require a second bottle of wine. This may explain why Alice always drives home! It may also explain why I had a slightly smaller one on the occasion recorded below, since even then I was vaguely trying to lose a bit of weight. But with all these restaurants, how hard it is. The old pal mentioned in the previous post claims that I have a definite "restaurant mode", I will not argue with that.