On Mon, 20 Feb 2017 11:03:43 +0000, Chris J Dixon <***@cdixon.me.uk>
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Post by Chris J Dixon
I dimly recall hearing of an establishment where a request for an
omelette was met with "They haven't been delivered today."
Suggestions that an egg or two, from the pile intended for
frying, might be pressed into service did not go down well.
On our first visit to Crete in 1978, the Husgod and I stopped for lunch at
a small taverna in a hill village. One of the things on offer was omelette
- we didn't choose that but during the time we were there several other
folk did and we realised that every time this happened the aging
grandmother struggled off up the hill and returned a little later with an
omelette on a plate. They did look good and each delivery tended to
generate at least one more order. The little old lady got grumpier and
The most amazing omelette I recall being served was in an Hotel in Ireland.
We were camping but had a night in an hotel so we could bath, wash hair etc
between spending a week near Dingle and a week in Connemara. I asked for
mushroom omelette. I was about 11 and had never seen an omelette made with
more than two eggs or slices of mushroom quite so big. Afterwards the
waiter suggested my school friend and I might like an Irish coffee - there
was no booze involved but the tall cup had a layer of sugar on the bottom,
hot coffee in the middle and a great pile of whipped cream on top -
Annoyed by The Archers since 1959