Ah shure I had many a Burdock's meself, I lived around the corner/above it. You know that apartment block adjoined to Jurys? That's where I lived - penthouse. I could throw a stone from mine and hit yours on Castle Street.She had all her favourite (packaged) dry foods and customs-acceptable jars of all sorts of weird stuff sent over, but like myself she wasn't a big eater. One meal a day, mostly. At supper time.
Very slim at the hips and very dainty, those Geisha eyes and body language.
Naturally graceful, the Japanese ladies.
But funnily enough she did develop a taste for fish and chips from Burdock's, which was around the corner from her place on Castle Street. We'd eat from there at the weekend. Rest of the time she did nice things with a wok and local ingredients, then added her Japanese tricks to give it a home flavour. Some stuff was great, other dishes just pain weird, but never boring. Or bland.
Jaysuz, you're always doing crazy things with food Mowl Steak = pepper sauce (and d'onions of course).Colman's mustard: I used to bring a couple of jars from Dublin when I got home but nowadays they even sell the powder version up here, which I prefer: I can boost it a bit by using white wine for the paste, then a little red chili oil/essence and mix it up. Can't eat a prime steak without Colman's.
That'd be criminal - an offence to all decent cud-chewing bovines.