A free-run young boy encased in an orange bell pepper soufflé and garnished with a sprig of green whistle thinks pressure-cooked thoughts. His side dish, an inquisitive grilled octopus tentacle, curls around him such that its suckers peer toward the tossed salad at the table’s distant edge. A deep-fried turkey breast with a hidden morsel concealed beneath a shawl of mashed potatoes passes by in the hands of a waiter. Meanwhile, at a table behind them a man who’d consumed too much goose leg confit looks thirstily the other way.
A cheesy photo from Amsterdam.
It’s funny how some styles get me more thank others. this one made me smile.
I meant ‘than’, not thank.
Thanks! I’m only 2/3 of the way there, so hopefully there will be more smile-inducing styles in store…