blautreacle
blautreacle
blautreacle

(Copying/pasting from my own blog here, so yes, you can find an almost verbatim version of this elsewhere online.)

When I was a kid, my family acquired a Ouija board. We tried it out a few times, with minimal success, until one day, we ‘struck gold’.

This is a menu from a café/restaurant in Reykjavík. I did not partake of these things, but I have had hákarl, which is rotten, fermented shark. Some genius found out that the normally poisonous meat from a Greenlandic shark is less poisonous, but still revolting, after being buried for weeks and hung to dry. It tastes

Not a restaurant, but I manage a cinema in which the following exchange occurred last night (translated from French):

"Do you want butter?"
"No, I want a Pepsi."