Hey, after the barons' bully boys collected the rents and taxes "in kind", you ate whatever was leftover, and whatever you could find. It wasn't until they got to the New World that the peasants could hunt without risking disfigurement or death.
They like some really bad food over there. I spent a little time there in 1990. Mushy peas is a big hit. Then boiled 'hot dogs' that taste like dog turds after they've been in the rain for a month and heated up.
They did have pizza, but you paid 18 bucks for a medium, which was 36 American as the exchange rate was 2 for 1 at the time. I'd never go there on my own dime.
Faggots, mushy peas and chips; lots of salt and vinegar over the whole lot. That's really good! Makes for something to bring up after 9 pints of Guinness!
Faggots, mushy peas and chips; lots of salt and vinegar over the whole lot. That's really good! Makes for something to bring up after 9 pints of Guinness!
Hey, after the barons' bully boys collected the rents and taxes "in kind", you ate whatever was leftover, and whatever you could find. It wasn't until they got to the New World that the peasants could hunt without risking disfigurement or death.
ReplyDeleteThey like some really bad food over there. I spent a little time there in 1990. Mushy peas is a big hit. Then boiled 'hot dogs' that taste like dog turds after they've been in the rain for a month and heated up.
ReplyDeleteThey did have pizza, but you paid 18 bucks for a medium, which was 36 American as the exchange rate was 2 for 1 at the time. I'd never go there on my own dime.
I'll say one word, 'poutine'. Any country that serves that abomination is beyond redemption.
ReplyDeleteFaggots, mushy peas and chips; lots of salt and vinegar over the whole lot. That's really good! Makes for something to bring up after 9 pints of Guinness!
ReplyDeleteFaggots, mushy peas and chips; lots of salt and vinegar over the whole lot. That's really good! Makes for something to bring up after 9 pints of Guinness!
ReplyDeleteThose guys will eat shit and LIKE it. My ancestors are kippers and Scots, and I can tell you childhood tales of suppers that gave me PTSD.
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