I went to lunch with an expat friend today. The plat du jour was tortellini au homard. I asked the waiter what homard is. He replied, “In English: hamster.”
My friend and I thought no way. But then we remembered in France they eat horsemeat, so hamster pasta couldn’t be too far a stretch.
So we pulled the trigger and ordered hamster pasta. It was pretty good. It tasted a lot like lobster.
Which is a strange coincidence, because “hamster” sounds a lot like “lobster” when spoken by a Swiss waiter with a lip ring.
Life in the U.S. after Switzerland. Sad.
5 weeks ago