Monday, 30 March 2009

Roll Mops

I wavered at the fresh fish section at the god-forsaken supermarket. Rolmops or Zure haring? How much sourer would the latter be? And which would taste best tonight when I get home from quizzing at the Troubadour, not the the Chamber of Hell presided over by testy and charmless Frank but a backstreet tavern.

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