Strickly local
my parents and Evil Wicked Stepmother arrive* on Nevis at 250PM on April 8th. i have been thinking of the “must see” and “must do” places for while they are here. at the top of the list for my dad is a place called Rodney’s.
Rodney is a large woman in short pants with a rather exhaustive way of telling you the items on today’s menu. her sign out front advertises “STRICKLY LOCAL FOOD & DRINK” and i can hardly wait. i know my dad will order the goat water for sure.
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*but before that! Brigette arrives on February 21st and we will definitely not be drinking goat water.
January 19th, 2009 at 8:46 am
man oh man!
i am kicking myself for not being able to visit you while you were down there… maybe next location? :))
January 19th, 2009 at 5:02 pm
Ewww, goat water? What the hell is goat water? Wait, I don’t want to know! *LOL*
January 19th, 2009 at 6:18 pm
Goat water definitely sounds mysterious. I think I’ll take coconut milk instead. ;D lol
I hope the visit with your ‘rents (and the evil one), will go well.
January 19th, 2009 at 9:51 pm
Goat water can be adventurous that is for sure. The first day I was here I asked for a burger….they thought I said dinner, and I repeated beef burger…they got beef dinner… what comes out?? Cow vertebrae with a tiny bit of meat one it. From then on I was very careful with my words here : ) Lesson learned early on!!
January 20th, 2009 at 2:40 am
Yeah but did you try and eat it? : )
January 20th, 2009 at 8:11 am
I did eat it or at least I tried. I did not want to make the locals feel weird or something if I did not at least attempt it. Was interesting to say the least!
January 21st, 2009 at 12:48 am
I was so excited to catch a spelling mistake, but alas it was not to be :(
PS: Where’s jammie???
January 21st, 2009 at 1:19 pm
The english language should be played with. It is bendable. Sometimes when its bent it’s more fun. Like in Tristam Shandy:
“———talking all the way he rode in broken sentences, sometimes to his mule——sometimes to himself—–sometimes to his Julia.”
[the extended dashes are the author's]
Laurence Stern
or, the master of bent, James Joyce from Finnegan’s Wake:
“Sobs they sighdid at Fillagain’s chrissormiss wake, all the hoolivans of the nation, prostrated in their consternation and their duodismally profuse plethora of ululation.”
“STRICKLY LOCAL FOOD & DRINK” is my kind of sign.