Ah yes a weekend of haricot beans and a pressurised flight back to the UK, what bliss for fellow travellers. It has all the makings of Christmas Take 2 Fug.
In the event of oxygen being depleted in the cabin, masks can be purchased from the crew.
A nice few days of food, drink and walking bloody miles.
We now have a new menu option for you to try as well when we see you next, cassoulet. Oh yummy.
menu option
Ooo we got the lingo rockin now.
A day of ambling and eating with sweaty sock pizza followed by the “who can wear most crepè in one sitting.
And the winner is:
Now this is what you call beer
See what he did there, slipped to the lingo already.
A little cooler today and a chance to see more of the cite. I even decided to take a tour of a local torture museum. The only torture was in paying the €9.50 to get in to look at the mannequins covered in blood.
More wombling, more food and more drinks.
First day in Carcassonne (no I’d never heard of it either). 28 degrees and sunny, lovely town house and a rather big castle thingy.
First port of call is (as usual) where to eat, so after a brief womble we found a rather nice empty restaurant. Time to sample the local dish Cassoulet (basically a stew with beans, duck, sausage and pork), very tasty and filling. Mrs Fogg ever the carnivore went for a steak.
Obviously since we are with the folks, there was quite a lot of falling down water (they drink you see).
Today an opportunity to explore the Cite and find more grub.
Off to join that there Folks in Carcasonne in the land of all things ooh la la with the Mrs.
After a tough few weeks (I have managed to paint the hallway, cloak room and get rid of the hideous lurid yellow in the kitchen), now it’s time for a break before starting my next role on Tuesday.
So enjoying our microwaved food in a well known eatery that plays 50s music at the airport. The waitress says “have a nice holiday” to which Mrs Fogg adds “how does she know we are going on holiday”, as the penny suddenly drops, from a great height. Ah have you met my blonde wife?
After a day pootling around in Mildred our Fiat Panda P.O.S, we settled on food at a local establishment, which is very friendly and serves a demon rosemary steak.
Whilst enjoying our meal 6 of our colonial cousins descended on the place, complete with name badges, celebrating one of the battle axe’s 50th wedding anniversary. What a crotchety old bunch. The service was “appalling” because the only waitress had not wiped the old dears brow when they came in. Next one professed to speak fluent italian and would order for everyone, providing the numbers didn’t exceed uno or due. “I’d like uno tagliatelle é due salad and would also like aqua fizzy”, oh well at least they tried. Next was the explanation to her troop that the aqua fizzy (or aqua frizzante as it is known), is different to normal water because it’s less sweet. No love, it’s less sweet cos you ain’t got heaps of auger tipped in it! Then you simply must try the Brusketta (close but it’s bruschetta) .oh the food was served for them but the salad wasn’t quite right and the lasagnes was “too cheesy”. Gees how these people manage to wipe their ass is amazing.
Still nothing as much fun as watching these people, provides superb meal entertainment.
Then back to be bombarded by flying monsters at the villa, with a rather large chianti.
So here we are deep in wine heaven on the east of Tuscany in a tiny place called Bolgheri. It’s tranquil and quite literally is full of restaurants. The local wine is the speciality and we just had to pick this little place which which even makes the table and chairs out of wine box wood.
I can confirm that the local wine is rather smooth!
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Just a short drive away is this small town with outstanding views. So a little sightseeing requires sustenance at the local trattoria and the chance to try a world famous bloody expensive wine (Brunello Montelcino) .
Oh and the bucket that we is driving (the flinstones mobile)
Paid €10 per glass from here.