they shoot horses, don’t they? and apparently they eat them too.
remember those finicky diners in venice? i’m pretty sure the chef went out the back door and brought them back a little something from this place.
apparently eating horse is big business. here’s another one, this time in paris.
many thanks go to bex for warning me about eating anything generically referred to as “meat” on a menu. repeat after me people, “always order the fish!”
don’t forget to click for me. i’m trying to work my way to the top!
We had one of those horse meat shops here in Pamplona, but I think it’s gone now. Never tried it, but people say it’s good. Could it be worse than eating something that comes from a cow or a pig? Anyway, I think I’d rather have horse meat than a bull’s tail which is pretty popular over here. 🙂
If you don’t eat your (horse) meat,
You can’t have ant pudding!
How can you have any pudding,
if you don’t eat your meat?
And if they eat all the horses,
we won’t have any glue!
How can we have any glue,
if they eat all the horses?
My pleasure about the generic meat warning. I once ate in a chinese restaurant (a long story) in Paris with a few friends and this one guy ordered the “meat” and noodles dish. He was half way through with it when we noticed something that looked like a sponge in his dish. It turned out to be tripe (somethings stomach). THEN we began to carefully inspect the plate which is when we noticed (cue the terror screams) a couple of tongues. WTF, WTF, WTF?!!!
Anyhoo, I’m glad you’re back and I’m gonna click your link RIGHT NOW! (Is it me or does that sound kind of dirty???)
My boyfriend is Italian and goes on and on about how much he loves horse meat sausages and when we go he’s going to buy me some and how much I will love it. I sit there politely, trying not to throw up in my mouth. If he did slip me the sausage (heh) and I found out what it really was, I would totally puke on his shoes. Be warned, o boyfriend mine.
I’d avoid the fish to.
I saw this segment on TV a few months ago about the Captain Highliner plant in Newfoundland that didn’t having any fisherman, or any explanation as to where the fish was coming from. Apparently, they were having fish from China and Australia sent in, and because it was processed in Newfoundland, it could be labelled as a “Product Of Canada”.
When you finish your appolonia fillet you might want to deal with this: You have been tagged with a hideous and possibly permanently scarring meme
While I was living in Tokyo we were offered horse meat. I politely declined opting for the sparrow on a stick instead!
Everywhere I went in Europe (that wasn’t my lover McDonalds, I ordered a plate of cheese. I really am that damn stupid American.
you should have gone right to the source and asked the horse. he’d have given you the answer that you’d endorse.
and this one’ll talk til his voice is hoarse.
mmmm… look at that escargot! (pun intended).