Saturday, August 16, 2008

08-02-08 St Emillon, France




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.
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2 comments:

John (JFK) said...

What's up with the wine bottle? The emblem is too funny! Did you drink it?

Anonymous said...

Did you wear your cheese head while you were eating the poo?