Cotty wrote:
On 27/10/04, Keith Whaley, discombobulated, unleashed:
Hah, hah...I just read, on a site from the UK, which said, "Please don't take the piss out of Watney's, mate, there'd be nothing left!"
LOL
Here, when we went to a Sunday outdoor breakfast, that's the only thing reasonable they had on tap, so I drank it.
I really dislike American beers or ales. Most of them anyhow.
You had beer for breakfast? I can't touch it before 7pm. When I was younger, not before noon. I was too hung over from the night before. Now I'm just too....
Oh yes, This was a special breakfast.
This place, not far from the beach in Venice, had an outdoor patio, all surrounded by latticework covered with flowering vines. Top open to the sun. Paving brick floor, wooden tables and booths around the perimeter.
They served lots of different things for breakfast, but our favorite was their scrambled eggs, small pieces of chicken breast and diced fried potatoes dish, with onions, peppers and other spicy Mexican condiments mixed in, while still on the grill. Just enough heat (temperature) to go along with the spice heat, and topped with sour cream as it's served.
They called it a Chicken Fajita.
Lovely, and just cries for a pint of cold lager or a light ale...
I happily obliged... <g>
keith whaley
