B helped us meet up with C and her new husband, then he left. I asked B what Cs new guys name was, and he said something that sounded like wart, only with about 5 As in the middle. Anyway, the guy introduced himself as E3 so I dont know what B was talking about just focusing on the second syllable, I guess. I had told Judy that she would need to help me make conversation tonight because I had only met C once, back in 1992, when she and B visited the U.S. Judy had met her then too. It turned out we neednt have worried, we had a great night, full of conversation. C told me that the girls slept last night with their new blankets that Mom had made.
We met at an Irish pub, but they drove us a little way to the restaurant. They wanted to check it out, in comparison to their restaurant.
(in the pub.)
They really treated us that night, let me tell you. I think the restaurant was called the Brasserie. They started with champagne, and it was really good (and probably expensive). Then, Judy and I were going to split an appetizer, but they wouldnt let us, so we each got shrimp croquettes. They ordered a bottle of white wine for Judy and I, and they got a red. I had a chicken dish with asparagus in a white cream sauce, and Judy had tuna. Oh, I should mention that I tried some of Cs appetizer, beef carpaccio, which was a raw beef, sliced almost paper-thin. Then, for dessert I ordered a crème brulee and Judy ordered a piece of cheesecake. They wanted to see this special chocolate dessert that the restaurant had created for its 15th anniversary, so they ordered that too.
(Sorry DISers, I wasn't a DISer when I went on this trip so didn't know to photograph ALL of the food. I did capture the desserts though!)
For themselves they ordered a cheese plate. They told us that cheese is sometimes served for dessert with a special, aged balsamic vinegar. The aged balsamic vinegar is so good (apparently), the Belgians say it is like an angel peeing on your tongue. (Cleaned-up version) Okay. I guess thats good. Somehow, they made Judy and I eat the chocolate dessert in addition to what we ordered. We were so stuffed! It was 11:30 pm and they asked us if we could go for a nightcap we couldnt because we had an early flight in the morning. B would be picking us up at 5:15 am. They wouldnt let us pay anything toward the meal, they were treating. I felt like such a glutton from all I had eaten, I was afraid I was going to get sick during the night, but everything stayed down. Earlier in the day I thought I might make one last pomme fritte run, but now there was no way!
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That was the night of B's parents' anniversary (when he ran out of gas).
and the Russian speakers use it with a slightly different pronunciation.
The chaperoning was nil. They were completely naive! We'd stay out until 3:00 AM STEALING wine from cafe kitchens, and generally being naughty. 
It was a wonder we didnt' get thrown in jail. 
