St Emillon is another region well known for their wines. It is also home to a very quaint village perched atop a rather large hill. The trek up was an interesting one, through large cobbelstones and twists + turns to find a sprawling midevil-esque village replete with a michelin two star restaurant and numerous wine shops. Due to the train schedule, we unforunately couldn't make the reservation and, we were in shorts and t-shirts. The first picture is our substitute cafe. Dining al fresca, I was introduced to French Tripe. Unlike the Chinese variety or even at that, the stuff they throw into pho~ to give the soup that "someone spit in it" quality, this stuff was different. The waitress warned me, but I told her in not so many words "I'm Chinese. I eat tripe. I eat anything (even your dog)." However, 3000 years of civilization and written history never prepared this dude for what I tasted (and looked) to be colon with all-natural filling. It was SOOOO GROSE. It was WORST thing I ever tasted: why do people serve this??? This coming from a guy who ate Egyptian Gruel a la Train. Anyway, I chose to wash down colon with a bottle of some premier cru (see above). Apparently Chateau Leoville de Las Cas goes well with poo. J/k, I didn't have Las Cas but I'm not kidding about the poo. Anyway, the last picture is what I do to keep myself occupied while waiting for a train. In this case, throwing rocks at a pole, which I did successfully 5 times.
2 comments:
What's up with the wine bottle? The emblem is too funny! Did you drink it?
Did you wear your cheese head while you were eating the poo?
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