Discussion in 'CycleChat Cafe' started by Keith Oates, 1 Aug 2007.
to have a meal of your choice anywhere in the world, what and where would it be!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A latte macchiato with a slice of chocolate cake at the McDonald's McCafe in Bad Wimpfen.
Have McCafes made their appearance in the UK yet?
Chocos en su tinto (whole squid cooked in squid ink), glass of sherry, ice-cold beer, Spain.
Anything, as long as it was in Rie Funakoshi's house
A massive steak on a braai washed down with some cold Castle lager with my old Rhodie mates in the sun, probably in Perth, Australia
I would have any seafood dish in that 7 star hotel in Dubai.
I would have a meal in the Cheddar Cottage, it's our local Indian and it is absolutely the best Indian food I have ever tasted, then again we get some preferential treatment as the owners kids and ours go to school together.
For a place to have a snack, have a drink and while away the hours, I think I would go to the cafe by the tunnel at the top of the Col De Galibier. Amazing views down the valley, not too busy (except for a couple of days in July obviously) and cyclists of all nationalities to chat with.
Steak, jacket potato & cold beer in Cairns overlooking the hills, at Uluru (Ayers rock), or Dunk Island looking out on the beach. All at sunset. Having done all three, you can't beat it.
Followed by crepes cooked to order at the table. Yum.
A menu de degustacion pretty much anywhere in San Sebastian. And keep that rioja flowing
Well being selfish I'd like the wife to cook me a dinner at home...it's the best food in the world...but that wouldn't be what she'd like because she'd have to do all the preparation etc....so several options come to mind:
1) Outside in a southern French bistro in the summer with lots of good wine and cheese
2) Under an olive tree on a Greek island with ouzo and olives and meze and all sorts of dipping stuff etc
3) At a top class fancy restaurant where the wife can dress up and have at least six waiters at her beck and call...then a chauffer driven rolls back to a top class hotel....and when it's all over the rolls (and James) would take us home so we dont have to suffer the train.
Oysters, marsh samphire, mussels and crab all cooked on the beach, possibly in a bucket with wine and wild alexanders (except for the oysters, of course, which will be yanked out of the sea). Wine with that, a white, perhaps either Three Quires vineyards ecxellent 'Phoenix' wine. Main course perhaps lamb from up around the River Lune estuary, something like bakers oven lamb shoulder, with roast potatoes, steamed asparagus and good, fresh greens. That would be washed down with a glass of beer, something appropriate, again something Lancastrian.
Pudding will be perhaps a medley of ice creams. Raspberry, black currant and blackberr whisky. They'd be my own home made ice creams, because I defy anyone to make better. Probably washed down with a glass of sweet Moniack mead.
Cheese course would of course follow. I'd stack it with my favourite cheeses; smoked Lancashire from the Glasson Dock smokery, Stilton, Gorgonzola, goats cheese... lots of variation there. And to drink it would have to be a full bodoed, dry elderberry wine.
Follow that with coffee (Kenyan peaberry, medium roast, filter coffe, black, strongish) and maybe sweet watermint wine or perhaps a glass of Irish whisky.
Of course this has to be eaten on a beach. Theres a spot I know on the Isle of Lewis, not far from Calanais, which would be just ideal.
a top notch pasta meal with plenty of ice cold vb, sat outside on the south bank of the yarra, melbourne, australia.
Bouillabaise (sp) with the appropriate (and lots of) wine in a restaurant in Ia on the north of Santorini in the Cyclades, looking west at the setting sun over the Aegan Sea!
Followed by a stonking coffee and a LARGE brandy whilst listening to Yanni - a Greek Mike Oldfield, kind of.
My best ever food experience was in a tent - mine - pitched at the applecross campsite last summer. We'd been and bought 4 live langoustines - huge ones - from a house on the north side of the peninsula. They'd been caught that day. We dropped them into boiling salted water (which is another story, it was a bit gruesome) for a few minutes, then dropped them into cold water, and then ate them as they were. No salt, butter or lemon, or anything, and we had a bottle of chilled sauvignon blanc to go with them. They were the most wonderful thing I'd ever tasted. We followed them with 8 fresh scallops, lightly cooked in butter and garlic, which was the second most wonderful thing I've tasted. No fancy restaurants for me, just good fresh food
St John (the Smithfield one):
bone marrow salad
tripe and chips
eccles cake and cheese
burgundy to accompany
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