I’ve got tennis elbow. Or rather, I’ve got the super-modern equivalent: Wii wrist. If you look at availability in the shops, and prices on Ebay, it seems that Nintendo are doing rather well compared to the overpriced, under specified and arrogantly marketed Sony Playstation 3.
Now, I could bore you with the old story about Dick van Dyke’s ropey cockney accent, but I am going to spare you that. Instead, I am going to bore you about the third English wine I have sampled this year, Limney Horsmonden 2006.
Well the first thing to say is that they are not going to win any prizes for label design.
Was Lausanne really so boring? We must have thought so, because our only full day there was spent in Evian, courtesy of the excellent and frequent ferry service across Lac Léman. We were looking for the Riveraine Café for lunch, a place we had visited several years ago and enjoyed many a French laugh (he haw he haw he haw) with the owners. Sadly the place had closed down.
Searching along the lake front for another resto proved fruitless. It being October already, the saison de tourisme was already over. Fortunately, even locals need to eat, so there were some places open on the Rue Nationale (main street). Le Muratore took my fancy because it actually had customers – always a promising sign.
Quick shout out for the Giants who beat the Dolphins 13-10 yesterday, in the first ever NFL game played outside North America. As you might expect, I was at Wembley, and sampling the beer and food (the wine available looked very ropey indeed).
Whilst at the counter, the guy in front (American) was asking the server what note he had in his hand. “£20” replied the server and (trying to be helpful) “that’s about $40 at the current exchange rate”. The American guy did not think that particularly helpful as his brain computed that he had just paid $7 for a beer.
The Olympic Games are coming to London in 2012. Like most Olympic preparations there are rumours of delays, accusations of bribery and corruption, confirmation of massive cost increases, and public doubts that anything will be ready on time.
This is all entirely normal in the run up to any Olympics. However, unlike other recent hosts, we have contrived to produce the most astonishingly inept logo, and at £400,000, it looks about as cheap as a Northern Rock mortgage.
Rapsani from Tsantali Winery claims to be “The wine of the Gods of Olympos” but I take this with a pinch of salt since, elsewhere on the bottle the label breaks out into a nasty bout of francophilia, claiming the wine to be “Appellation d’Origine de Qualité Supérieure”.
Being in Geneva, on the Swiss/France border, we called Alban, our mate from Grenoble for a recommendation. Alban has business contacts in Geneva so he would know a decent restaurant. Better than that, he came over to meet.
I was once served Salice Salentino at the Flying Pizza “from zee heel of Italy’s boot, signor”. I loved it, and later discovered the heel was, in fact, Puglia. Since then I have looked out for wines from the area and spotted Pillastro Primitivo 2002 at STWC for less than a tenner. Robert Parker awarded this wine 88 points apparently. I don’t award points as (a) I am no expert; (b) wine is too subjective and personal; and (c) I can’t be arsed.
This Pillastro at 13.5% was full bodied and displayed red cherries, nutmeg and some leather. Quite a serious wine for only slightly more than the cost of a Blair family holiday. Drinking this wine is a bit like eating a rich fruitcake but I’ve already made one reference to Tony Blair so perhaps I’ll quit while I’m ahead.
Growing up in Manchester, I remember when Moss Side and Rusholme were “no-go” areas, except of course on Saturday afternoons when I was happy to pay some kid on a bike a couple of quid to “look after my car” whilst I went to Maine Road to follow the mighty blues.
Come to think of it, they have not been all that mighty since the mid seventies….until recently. Third in the premiership and playing like Brazil (not soooooooo surprisingly since Svennis signed two Brazilian players).
For the benefit of George Dubya Bush, I ought to explain that a “Brazilian” is not in fact, a huge number, or a “hair” style, but a national of the S.American country, Brazil.
I’ve been a bit healthier than usual recently. Walking up mountains in Switzerland; exercising on my cross trainer at home; eating lots of fresh fruit; cutting down on fried food; and even eating Bran Flakes.
I used to think that Bran Flakes were disgusting but, like a lot of things in life, you grow into them as you get older. Olives, oysters, snails, mustard and Armagnac were all off my list until at least my thirties but now I love them, (not sure I will ever pick up a taste for anchovies though).
You may recall the last time I tried a Zinfandel, it was awful.
So I wonder if Zin is one of the things I will grow into after a number of tastings?
I am thinking of nominating Lausanne as the most boring city in Europe. Before you ask, yes, I have been to Brussels, but I think Lausanne is to European city life, what Accrington Stanley is to the English Premier League. Lausanne was so boring that our two night stay necessitated a lot of public transport – a train to Morges for the afternoon, a day trip on the ferry to Evian, an evening train to Montreux before waking on the final day and taking the early train to Geneva.
So why stay in Lausanne then? It’s a fair question, thanks for asking. On a previous holiday we had stayed in Evian and done the ferry trip the other way. In doing so, we found a resto in Lausanne which did the most fabulous rosti ever tasted. As I was not running this blog in those days, I had no record of the name or location of this establishment.
So we asked around for the best rosti shop in town and a random camera retailer recommended Brasserie Bavaria.
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