tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12381846496181146882024-03-13T09:27:32.015-07:00The Culinary ConnoisseurThrough the eyes of the working manStarving Foodssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403062064990358748noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238184649618114688.post-6429713187858495982014-08-22T05:32:00.001-07:002014-08-22T05:34:16.767-07:00Swedish disappointment <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Restaurant:</b> IKEA Gran Via<br />
<b>Dish: </b>Swedish Meatballs with <i><strike>mash</strike> <strike>potatoes</strike></i> fries<br />
<b>Price:</b> €4,95<br />
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<b>Review:</b> Having had this dish a few times over the past couple of years. It has sprung into somewhat of a Bachelor favorite. It's easy to cook, the taste resembles what socialism was set out to create. Modest and fair living. This dish is just that, modest and fair.<br />
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When properly executed that is.<br />
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Confused I stood there, in line at IKEA. The canteen lady asking me if I want something else, as I'm holding up the line.<br />
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I politely ask why the meatballs are served with fries, as opposed to a real condiment (read: mash or boiled potatoes).<br />
<u>Simplicity</u> was the answer. I guess that the old socialist dish that I used to enjoy has now evolved in to a more streamlined, futuristic and dare I say.. capitalist self. I for one will take the time to boil my own potatoes, I would hate to see a future ruled by French fries.<br />
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<b>Overall rating:</b> 2/5<br />
<b>Presentation: </b>Poor<br />
<b>Affordability: </b>Very affordable<br />
<b>Taste:</b> DecentStarving Foodssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403062064990358748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238184649618114688.post-16845410165536180702014-08-22T05:06:00.001-07:002014-08-22T05:34:51.510-07:00Cheeseburger of Pisa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Restaurant:</b> McDonalds Barcelona<br />
<b>Dish: </b>Triple Cheeseburger<br />
<b>Price:</b> €2,90<br />
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<b>Review:</b> Being the food of choice for teenagers, stressed adults and stoners world wide. The cheeseburger has made its way into our hearts as an affordable, what-you-see-is-what-you-get, dirty burger. The cheeseburger can be ordered in any given European country and will always taste the same. Salt, pepper, pickles, melted cheese and sadness. Eventually followed by junk-food sweats and disappointment.<br />
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And here I am, even though I know all the above, I'm still sitting here with a greasy burger resembling the leaning tower of Pisa.<br />
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<b>Overall rating:</b> 1/5<br />
<b>Presentation: </b>Poor<br />
<b>Affordability: </b>Very affordable<br />
<b>Taste:</b> PoorStarving Foodssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403062064990358748noreply@blogger.com0Barcelona, Barcelona, Spanien41.3850639 2.173403499999949441.1944764 1.8506799999999495 41.5756514 2.4961269999999494