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Published: August 15th 2009
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The Italians ate all the Toast!!!
If you haven't heard, Kim and I are vegetarians. As vegetarians, you often look for Italian food first when you travel. It is one of the most prolifically traveled delicious foods in the world that includes vegetarian dishes. Since we can get Indian and Thai at home easily, we look for Italian when we travel.
Is 'prolifically' a word? That is the beauty of World-English, it is whatever you say it is. And, I hereby declare that 'prolifically' is a word. You can't do that in some languages. The thought police will arrest you. But you can do it with World-English if you keep moving globally. The thought police are only allowed to make arrests within their jurisdiction, and by the time they read this, we will be in another place.
I am not saying that prolifically is not already a word. But I am at the Dubrovnik airport headed for Budapest and I have no connectivity to check spelling or word existence.
The UK-English police have given up or lost jurisdiction over the rest of the world. They surrendered their intellectual high-ground at least temporarily, possibly out of guilt for
mistreating the 'heathens' for so many years. What is the modern idea of a heathen anyway? Is it judged based upon how well the average resident speaks or writes English? I don't think so. In the past I believe a heathen meant someone with a religion other than yours, or no religion at all?
As you may have heard, the heathens around the world speak two or three other languages in addition to English these days, while the English still speak only one language. Does that make the English the heathens now? Should they be feeling a bit unsorted these days still speaking only one language? As an American speaking only one language, I guess that makes me a heathen also.
So the English have been a bit less vociferous these days about correcting the rest of us heathens. The American-English police never really existed except in the ivy-league universities. But ivy-league scholars were never admittedly American anyway, were they? At their core, they were always English. The Aussies don't really speak English as far as I can tell. I have no idea what the Scots or the Irish are talking about half the time. The Canadians? They
sound mostly like Americans to me. East Indians? They are not really trail-blazers for proper UK-English either. Who is left then? I suppose that the rest of the world deserves a medal for speaking English at all, since it is their second or third language.
It seems that English is now policed if at all by computerized spell-checkers. I guess that leaves Microsoft's spell-checkers in charge of things for now anyway. So if my writing annoys you, please let Mr. Gates know.
What does any of this have to do with Dubrovnik? Oh ... we were talking about Italian food being prolifically traveled. (I hope they keep it chilled or it will go bad quickly.) So we looked for Italian food upon our arrival in Dubrovnik. We found some Italian food in Dubrovnik for sure, but nothing to write home to mom about. Do people write home to mom anymore? Most people gave that up for email by now. I gave up emails for this blog. Hopefully mom reads the blog from time to time and gives me partial credit for blogging.
We found a vegetarian restaurant inside the old city walls of Dubrovnik. It was called
Nitsha. Not bad, I suppose. We enjoyed the Lentil soup and the Gazpacho soup. Speaking of Mom ... I still haven't found Gazpacho soup as good as hers. The vegetarian waitress at Nitsha's told us about a juice bar called 'Juice Bar' and we went there for breakfast the next day. That was decent also. But we had to wait a long time for our meal because there was a large group of Italians who got there right before us.
When it was finally our turn to order, the waitress started by saying, "The Italians ate all the toast." We laughed for a bit and then ordered our smoothies. The rest of the trip we just periodically mentioned to each other at random moments, "The Italians ate all the toast." So that is our tip for eating in Dubrovnik. Get there before the Italians eat all the toast.
One of our taxi drivers explained that Italians are the number one visitors to Dubrovnik, followed by the French and the Spanish.
The best food in Dubrovnik was at Gils, on the top of the wall surrounding the harbour. We had a great non-Caprese there. As the waiter explained,
it is a Croatian Caprese, which is better because the cheese is better than Mozzarella. I am not sure I would say better, but it was as good, and it tasted a bit different. The cheese was as fresh, and puffy, and white, but it had a bit more flavour than Mozzarella cheese. The next dish was a risotto with Pecorino cheese and nuts. Mmmmm.
Now we are on a jet to Austria, where we will take a train to Budapest. We couldn't get a flight to Budapest from Croatia. My netbook's battery is dead. Bye.
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Devan Khurmi
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gr8 photos
Dear Friends, God bless you Both , as you travel whole world and show so different best photos i truly enjoy your blog in this site and you both are so sweet couple slim trim cute couple ... Love Best Regards Devan /India