French Meat
Once upon a time I went on honeymoon with the mrs. Perhaps we lacked originality but we headed for Paris as this City is supposedly reknowned for it's romantic connections.

On the afternoon after we stepped from the plane we went to a posh restaurant for some scran and being a diehard carnivore I went for the steak hache et frites. Being a veggie the mrs had some veggie nonsense whilst I gorged myself on yummy cowflesh.

Now I don't normally get a gyppy tum, but on this occasion that undercooked burgery thing decided to inflict me with chronic gastric badness. For the next 72 hours every fart seemed more than likely to have aliquid component. I must have spent a fortune in portaloos fearing the effects of letting one go 'au naturel'. Luckily there was no escape of unwanted fluid, but it rather banjaxed the traditional honeymoon activities.

Ended up eating at MacDonalds in order to have something to settle my guts. Quelle horror!
(Mr Steve is jobless and fancyfree!, Sun 30 Mar 2008, 19:27, 2 replies)

Me and the mister are headed there at some point
Must warn him of the perils of uncooked meaty flesh.

On a different note, was there much choice for veggies?
( vix0r was not Matthew on, Sun 30 Mar 2008, 21:21, closed)

Mmmm...
Mmmm....Steak Haché....
(ramrod_newell had his hair brushed at, Sun 30 Mar 2008, 21:48, closed)