Greek Dinner
The food was fantastic; the company was cool, clever and thoroughly enjoyable.
First there was the flaming goat cheese. Wow! It's just cheese on fire, but it tasted divine, especially with Mythos, a light Greek beer. Next was pita served with a variety of dips whose names I will not even try to pronounce let alone type for fear of incurring the wrath of Zeus himself. Then there was huge fava beans in a red sauce. Not my most favourite but its partner more than made up for it. With the beans came octopus with onions and some kind of pea. It was delicious! Easily my most favourite dish of the evening. There was also red pepper, olives, and some kind of salad that wasn't much my thing. The red pepper had a very unique taste to it and still quite delicious. Then there was fried calamari and grilled calamari. Both were eagerly devoured.
To top off the dinner were kebobs of the pork and chicken variety. Both were very tender and very delicious. The pork was majorly mouth watering.
Dessert was sponge cake dripping, nay, oozing with honey, drizzled with chocolate. It was a diabetic's worst nightmare.
There was so much food, I didn't know how we finished it all. I hope I mentioned it all, 'cause it was all heavenly.
People usually chat during and after dinner. The main conversation of the night was about, you guessed it, breastesests. Must there be boobs in every conversation at our company? I think yes. It should be in the Mission Statement. (Oh, and if you really did guess breasts, I've got a question for you: Why were you thinking that? Perv.) There were other topics like nieces and nephews and cutie pies, but those are all vague to me now. All I can think about is nursing in public. What a pretty sight.
Thanks Sophia and Georgina for inviting us to the Pantheon.
First there was the flaming goat cheese. Wow! It's just cheese on fire, but it tasted divine, especially with Mythos, a light Greek beer. Next was pita served with a variety of dips whose names I will not even try to pronounce let alone type for fear of incurring the wrath of Zeus himself. Then there was huge fava beans in a red sauce. Not my most favourite but its partner more than made up for it. With the beans came octopus with onions and some kind of pea. It was delicious! Easily my most favourite dish of the evening. There was also red pepper, olives, and some kind of salad that wasn't much my thing. The red pepper had a very unique taste to it and still quite delicious. Then there was fried calamari and grilled calamari. Both were eagerly devoured.
To top off the dinner were kebobs of the pork and chicken variety. Both were very tender and very delicious. The pork was majorly mouth watering.
Dessert was sponge cake dripping, nay, oozing with honey, drizzled with chocolate. It was a diabetic's worst nightmare.
There was so much food, I didn't know how we finished it all. I hope I mentioned it all, 'cause it was all heavenly.
People usually chat during and after dinner. The main conversation of the night was about, you guessed it, breastesests. Must there be boobs in every conversation at our company? I think yes. It should be in the Mission Statement. (Oh, and if you really did guess breasts, I've got a question for you: Why were you thinking that? Perv.) There were other topics like nieces and nephews and cutie pies, but those are all vague to me now. All I can think about is nursing in public. What a pretty sight.
Thanks Sophia and Georgina for inviting us to the Pantheon.
