Last night on our arrival in the cosmopolitan metropolis, we were treated to the first of many meals out, at a local Lebanese restaurant courtesy of Isabelles Brother-in-law, Ayk. The word was that people seemed to be quietly impressed with my new found affability and increased willingness to try new foods including raw mince.
This bears a marked contrsst to the debacle of a few years ago at a Swiss fondue restaurant, when I must admit that boredom appeared to have got the better of me. After attempting to set fire to a cork with the fondue burning apparatus, Isabelles mother was caused to remark privately that my behaviour was "Like a five year old"...
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