I may not care for the food over here. But at least it's better than this stuff.
In the meantime, I think I found some tolerable pasta at the Golff store down the street. And I found out that there's a Martelli distributor in the Netherlands. But they tell me the nearest retailer is two hours away.
Last night Charles and I went with coworker George (a.k.a. American George) up to Groningen for dinner and a movie. Well, we didn't make it to the movie because we were late. It was typically slow Dutch restaurant service, but we weren't all that stoked to see The Devil Wears Prada anyway. We ate at a Mexican place called The Four Roses. Not bad. A bit salty. But a heartfelt attempt at authentic Mexican dishes. Just with Dutch ingredients.
But it was nice to reminisce about what might have been the best dish I've ever had: tortilla soup at La Casa Vieja in Zihuatanejo, Mexico. Mmmmmmm. If might try to make it myself if I could get some nice chilis here.
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