Being the Jewish white trash that I am, I was taken aback when we checked into our fancy schmancy hotel on Sunday and as we were unpacking, a porter arrived with a fruit plate.
"Oh, we didn't order anything," I said nervously and naively when I saw he was giving us something.
"It is compliments," the porter said. I think he wanted to pat me on the head.
"Grazie!" I exclaimed as he set the fruit down on our little table.
Generally, I don't get free anything when I stay in hotels, but I guess Husband has been here a few times, so that's how it goes. (Don't ask how much internet access is, though.) Husband eyed it for a second.
"Why does it have a fucked up tomato?" he asked.
"That," I said as knowledgably as possible, "is not a fucked up tomato. It is a persimmons." I felt very cultured.
I had some dish that was a persimmon filled with some sort of delicious nutty-squash-porridge thing. MMMMM
ReplyDeleteps - you've inspired me enough to go eat Italian food tonight.
ReplyDeleteNothing like being spoiled in a nice hotel. Enjoy it!
ReplyDeleteWow, I'm impressed with your culinary knowledge! I don't think I've ever eaten a persimmons.
ReplyDeleteLOL!
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