On Mon, 17 May 2004 15:18:17 -0400, Margaret Suran
> wrote:

>
>
>Boron Elgar wrote:
>> On Mon, 17 May 2004 13:45:30 -0400, Margaret Suran
>> > wrote:
>>
>>
>>>According to today's news broadcasts, both on ABC and CNN, one of the
>>>New York City restaurants is serving an omelet, that costs $1,000.-.
>>>
>>>Supposedly, it is made with a whole lobster and six ounces of caviar.
>>
>>
>> I heard this on the radio this morning and was a bit surprised.
>> Frankly, though I like caviar with eggs, I do not think I would like
>> lobster with it.
>>
>> Besides... for *my* one thousand dollars, you can bet I want more
>> excitement than two kinds of eggs and a chunk of something that looks
>> like the exterminator forgot about it.
>>
>> Six ounces of caviar is what shoots the cost up, I assume, though the
>> type was not specified. I get pretty snooty about caviar at those
>> prices.
>>
>> Boron
>
>The latest I heard said, that the "omelette", the proper spelling for
>one that costs $1000,00, is made with ten ounces of caviar and
>"lobster meat".
>
>I heartily dislike the taste of caviar. My introduction to it was
>very traumatic. I went to a fancy reception as a teenager and saw a
>bowl of what I thought was blackberry jam. Little teensy crepes were
>next to the bowl, so I took one of the crepes, put as much of the
>"jam" as it would hold on it and stuffed it into my mouth. There was
>not the wonderful, sweet taste I expected. As I started to chew,
>there were little burst of something salty and fishy. With so many
>other guests surrounding me, I could do nothing but swallow the
>horrible stuff. Tears were running down my face and my escort, a nice
>young man, wanted to know why I was so unhappy. I felt so nauseated,
>I asked him to take me home. He really didn't want to leave, but had
>little choice.
>
>I never willingly ate caviar again. I never saw the nice young man again.


A really sad story, Margaret. After that I am sure you won't ever want
to try again, which is a loss.


Rodney Myrvaagnes J36 Gjo/a


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