We had many interesting meals, for sure. Sometimes the meat was cooked, sometimes not. We were a big group of people, and that seemed to overpower some of the kitchens we were served by. One place was especially interesting. Called the Wine Museum, there was no museum about it. Outside was parked a motorcycle and a horse. Inside was small tables and chairs, just room for us. Now I’d like to tell you about what we ate, but I don’t think anybody knew. There was goose fat of course, strange bread, pizza blanche, duck meat, snail butter, jam, apple pie, and to drink we got a white wine so sweet it could have been a dessert wine. Highlight was the host, a strange man with suspenders that didn’t waste his time serving or cooking, he had two women for that, all he did was walk around with his large glass of wine and toast with each individual, more than three times, he must have gotten really drunk. Come to think about it, he probably has the best job in the world, right?
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