The worst meal of my lifeMonday, 17 June 2013
Really, I could just leave this post as this picture. Just a picture of that food and the title would be a good enough explanation.
I know that there are people in the world that go hungry every day. That I should be grateful for the fact that I get to eat at all.
But just take one more look at that picture, will you? And tell me it doesn't look like the rankest plate of food you've ever seen. I'm getting genuinely queasy just thinking about it.
It doesn't take much for me to fall in love with a place, but the ease with which I can get good food is at the top of my priorities. This is why I love Italy, France and Spain.
The food in Prague is God Awful.
I found this out on my first night, in a restaurant in SQUARE. Alarm bells start to ring as I walked in the door. Generally speaking, restaurants that are bang in the middle of a tourist hot spot are woeful. Just as restaurants with pictures of the food on the menu are.
We walked down into the basement, passing numerous corpses strewn across the walls. When I took my seat, I realised that I was sitting directly opposite a dead badger, which had been pinned, flat and spread-eagled, on to the wall.
I used to have a pet badger, of sorts. He would come to the back door of an evening, and scratch to be let in. He would eat soup. His name was Buster.
I didn't want to look at his flattened brother while I ate.