Ok ok, this alloyed stomach does not do innards or anything that comes from under the meaty body of any animal.
No lard and cracklings either.
And nothing spicy.
And preferably, nothing with whipped cream either.
That said, there still exists a whole WORLD of food that doth not fall into these unfortunate categories. And alloyed stomach takes them all!
I conquered PIEROGI. But yes, I cheated. I had the vegetarian version with cabbage and mushrooms because I really didn't want to have barmy mystery meat (or innards! Burrrrr) swimming in my mouth.
And cabbage rolls stuffed with gruel and potato. Ukrainian food is a newfound friend that I intend to keep very close to my heart/tummy.
And oh, this one is a definite sinker for any set of sculptured abs. Placki, or very deep-fried discs of julienned potatoes, onions and what tasted like a lot of starch. Good shite, but please, go easy on this, lest you end up stumbling back half-groaning and holding your aching belly like we did.
With claims that it really is a Georgian restaurant, what the Chimera should actually do is put up a bigass signboard that shouts FREAKING CHEAP FOOD: A'LA CARTE QUALITY PAIRED WITH BUFFET QUANTITY AT STREET PRICES!
My dibs, clockwise from top left: broccoli tart, wild mushroom salad, potato and cream cheese mash in filo pastry, grilled eggplant with stewed tomato puree, sour boiled egg salad, spinach fritata. Burp.
And seeing so many pictures of various creamy concoctions that I merrily saw fit to partake in is now making my belly swell in horror. Oh mercy, woe is me for I have sinned.
Pancakes with Polish jam. Which really is syrup preserve with the thickness of industrial strength white-glue. Belch.
Tagliatale with tenderloin (which wasn't tender) in a (veryveryvery) creamy champignon sauce. Double belch. 
Panga fillet in a creamy sauce of shrimps and mushrooms. Triple belch, plus it was as unappetizing as the picture looks.
But this little Ukrainian baby saved the cream-filled family from going down permanently into my book of death. White borsch with hard-boiled eggs. Sheer genius. Thick with just the right amount of tiny bumps to let you know the food processor didn't kill every single bit of fresh produce these good Ukrainian grannies put into their borsch. Tart, without being cloying. And smashed against the firmness of boiled egg-white is a soup that only a loving granny can conjure.
It's official, I'm obsessed. Oh white borsch, would you marry me?
7 comments:
how can you want to marry anything with eggs! terrible!
Ahhhhh!! You need intervention in the form of me. my crusade against eggs begins here.
hahaha, stupid adebelly! i still remember how you shrieked to me years ago that your sunset way horfun had frigging eggs in it ;D
I would have lapped it all up
Eggs are bad! Eggs are evil!
They need to be beaten. Beat them till they scramble away!
rotund adebelly
In fact, just last night I had an egg encounter.
I order sambal fried rice from the zhichar place below my place. I ordered "1 sambal fried rice, without egg"
The guy nodded and wrote down on the box, that exactly.
I got home, and I was staring at 1 sambal fried rice with egg, the egg triumpantly glaring back at me. I went back and told them, and the chef said, " I don't do fried rice without egg!" (mei dan de cao fan, wo bu cao de!)
oH MY GOODNESS! so ridiculous! esp because I've eaten there several times and I've had the same thing without the egg.
So anyway, let them alienate their frequent customers with their bad attitude chefs then. can't even control their chefs!
HAHAHAHA gawddd, you are too funny my adebelly.
maybe without the egg the chef thinks his fried rice tastes like crap so he refuses to do it this way??
haha it's good you're not on exchange cos eggs are a poor student's staple treat ;)
kudos to your comment on the bad blogger interface. hence the switch to wordpress. hah. :P
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