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Thursday, 30 October
106 Beets That Weren't

I did not, in fact, get any damn beets. They had beet greens on the menu, but no actual fucking beets. What a burn. I mean, beet greens are fine and all, but it was like shopping for Mozart and finding only Lothar and the Hand People CDs.

So we had to content ourselves with a bottle of '98 rioja; some creamy sheep's milk cheese (spiked with a bit of pimenton); aged serrano ham; grilled Dublin prawns (prawns are a member of the Routinely Maltreated food group; they arrived longitudinally split from head to tail--imagine serving veal like that); and hot Spanish sausage dumped attractively over some achingly crisped-up potatolet slices. Oh, and finished up with some totally pornographic flan concoction made with coffee, chocolate and orange liqueur.

In retrospect, the Tragedy of the No-Beets wasn't that big of a deal.

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Jesus, man. That is one panty-dropper of a meal.

Comment number: 003824   Posted by: Angie on October 30, 2003 01:50 PM from IP:

I'll attractively dump some hot Spanish sausage over *your* achingly crisped-up potatolet slices. I don't know what the potatolet slices represent, though, so you'll have to help me out on that.

Comment number: 003825   Posted by: nick on October 30, 2003 04:24 PM from IP:

Why on earth would one voluntarily consume beets? perhaps I still suffer post-traumatic stress disorder brought on by my childhood experience of British School Dinners - all of which are served with a side of beets - but the very mention of the little red devils makes me tremble and weep.

Your beet free dinner however, sounds delish.

Comment number: 003826   Posted by: Miss Lis on October 30, 2003 07:09 PM from IP:

I will whang you on de haid wit fry pan lessen you cough up the name of the place.

(My wife is of Latin extraction and should be fed the Food of her People from time to time)

Comment number: 003827   Posted by: mike on October 30, 2003 11:12 PM from IP:

Lis--I can only cite things like The Wall when I say that I perhaps wouldn't hold up the British educational system as one's culinary benchmark, but perhaps I'm off the mark. Anyway, I know beets aren't necessarily everyone's cup of . . . uh, beets; but I can say that if you don't eat your beets, how can you have any pudding?

Mike--the mystery restaurant is called the Harvest Vine, and it's on Madison Ave. around 25th. It should be feverishly checked out by anyone with an interest in eating anything. Seriously.

Comment number: 003828   Posted by: Skot on October 31, 2003 07:49 AM from IP:

Oh, sweet! Yeah, they catered our wedding! Yummmmm. Tiny though.

La Comida de su Popolo, I think.

Comment number: 003829   Posted by: mike on October 31, 2003 09:33 AM from IP:

popolo? maybe not

Comment number: 003830   Posted by: mike on October 31, 2003 09:34 AM from IP:

Just reading about that meal gave me gas.

Comment number: 003831   Posted by: Stacey on October 31, 2003 10:43 AM from IP:

Beets. I don't understand. You actually wanted Beets?

Comment number: 003832   Posted by: Miel on October 31, 2003 11:51 PM from IP:

Beets. I don't understand. You actually wanted Beets?

Comment number: 003833   Posted by: Miel on October 31, 2003 11:52 PM from IP:

potatolet? As in, betcha can't eat just one?

Comment number: 003834   Posted by: kath on November 2, 2003 11:16 AM from IP:

The women in my family have this strange habit when they grow older. They will tell you they had a night out and then tell you exactly what they ate, what it looked like, how it tasted and how much it cost!
May I call you Grandma?

Comment number: 003835   Posted by: Anna on November 3, 2003 01:53 AM from IP:

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