On the house

What do I like my new (temporary) job for? It pleases my stomach and helps me to economise expenses. No matter whether I feel like a cod fillet, pancakes, a saute, a camembert coated with breadcrumbs served with a cranberry sauce... just need to go over the menu and point it out to one of the boys. Though it is better to turn to the right boy ;) It is not that I devour every dish I can't afford at home (oh, shit! may say now I have a new home... have I grown up already? ;)) and that I enter the restaurant with Mr. Hunger trailing behind and, thus, feeling perfectly ready to jump at whatever is freshly cooked/boiled/fried/roasted the moment I'm at the threshold... although I do think about a scoop of ice cream. (if there are chocolate, rum or dried fruits in stock I am tempted to take three... so far I have never won te battle with temptation ;))


Swiss cutlet - one of my favourites

But let's go back to 'healthy' = proper food. In general, I tend to try everything (there was a thought to stick to a Greek salad with extra chicken for a sec, however) except for meals I know I wouldn't be able to swallow for various reasons - too fat, to starchy, too gross (e.g. black pudding aka. back bloody sausage, the whole truth about which I have discovered recently... yuck! ;/). Funny and suprisingly enough, there is never a this-thing-is-too-big issue. I have got hungry Christovan at home, after all ;) Therefore, feel welcome to ask for the biggest portion even and make use of take away boxes.

Greek lady

So this is how I manage to survive and how it's dawned on me (though the moon hasn't set totally and probably won't) that peanuts, apples, tea and cereals (crazy me!) are not really that trendy. This is how my love towards meat has been developing for a few weeks now. Well-prepared, perfectly-served, skilfully-wrapped and FREE! ;)
This is how I avoid instant soups, ready-made sauces with blissfully overboiled pasta, and stealing others' bread when all of a sudden I realise that have run out of my own ;)
This is how I taste (or should I say 'sample'? ;p) the dishes so that later on I can either recommend or advise somebody against it. Theoretically, of course since I would never tell the truth. Yet, I am not a bad waitress... I do not spit in clients' soups ;)