When in hospital once
I was offered fish and chips for din dins, and thinking it seemed like the most innocuous option I went along with it. What I got was a strange culinary feat that is achieved only by someone like Heston Blumenthal, or Ferran Adria undergoing years of research or (in this case) a complete retard, wherein the chips tasted like fried cod, and the fish tasted like McCain's oven chips.
The only other explanation I can think of is that I was so dosed up on morphine my saline drip started playing havoc with my taste buds.
( rduke "you can buy most things in most shops", Sun 14 Mar 2010, 3:36, Reply)