3 course meals annoy me

[Damien Karras]

I am joking to a point, I really do despise having to eat multiple servings though. If I order a meal that I like the look of, I want to eat it until I've had enough

Not keep flicking between miniature meals

Posh to me is anywhere outside my house, I live in a pretty shitty town and don't eat out too often.

ooh Montreal, Upstairs was awesome, LOVED that place. Got to see Sarah MK Quartet & I think I did actually have a burger that night!! No starter but posh wine

What part of Montreal do you reside? We stayed on the Plateau, Clark St, 2 minutes from Schwartz's.
Loved the whole place man, except the route to and from the airport, you guys heard of trains?!!
Parc Le Fontaine was sweet, best burrito I ever had was on Rachel. Lot's of chilling round the Plateau though, would live there in a flash

even in an Indian restaurant, when I order multiple dishes, sides, starters etc, I want it all to arrive in one go so I can eat everything at once

***Warning long story ahead but worth the read (I hope)***
I was 15 when I experienced by true first experience of multiple servings and it was a night to remember. I had just arrived as an exchange student in France after a long day of travelling and had fasted for 20 hours. I was super tired and starving, but I wanted to please my host family who was excited to feed me an authentic French meal with food grown on their farm. They had a huge family comprised of the man and his wife, two sons (one of them was a goth in his thirties), the goth son's wife and their baby, and the 80 year old grandmother. I sit down at their table and suddenly the 80 year old grandmother brings out a plate of sliced tomatoes. Now, mind you, growing up my mom always just laid out all the food on the table for us to eat so I immediately thought "oh damn, I guess I'm having tomatoes for dinner". So I take about half of all the tomatoes and I remember everyone looking at me like I'm some weirdo who just fucking loves tomatoes. I finish that plate and I remember thinking "I wish I had some meat but at least I'm full". Then the grandmother rips half a baguette and sets it next to me. I finish that baguette with lots of butter and now I'm proper full. Suddenly, the grandmother brings out two roast duck, a giant bowl of french fries, and a big salad. I decide to eat a normal serving of everything because I don't want to appear rude. After eating that meal I feel like I'm about to burst. I'm sweating and I feel like I have an anvil laying in my stomach. I remember staring around the dining room wondering "where the hell am I?" and see the goth's wife wip out her tit and start breastfeeding the baby like no one was around. I am not used to this. Then the goth asks me about my musical preferences. He says he's in a band (of course he is) and that he plays Marilyn Manson in the nursery when they put the kid to bed. At this point I feel ill from being full and wondering if I'm hallucinating. The mother asks me if I like lamb but I had never had it before. She gets excited and tells me we will have lamb for dinner the next day. I ask if all the butcher shops have lamb and they say they will just kill one from their farm. Turns out it's the 80 year old gramma who fucking slits the thing's throat! She tells me how she does it and gives me the play by play while sporting a creepy smile. I felt like I was at the dinner scene of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Then the grandmother leaves and comes back out with a plate of sweets for desserts. All kinds of things like crème brûlée, tarts, chocolate mousse, cakes, and I had to taste a little bit of everything. I feel like I'm about to cry but now, we get served a about 5 different kinds of cheeses with crackers and baguettes. I tried saying no, but they insisted. I tell them I'm full and I will try it tomorrow. The dad says he has an idea and comes back with cognac and pours me a shooter. I'm 15. I'm like "Uhhhhhh..." but then I remember it's customary for teens to drink alcohol in France. So I do what I see in movies, and I just knock that thing back and slam it on the table. They all look at me again like I'm some kind of weirdo. The dad takes his shooter that he had poured himself and takes a small sip and gently lays it down. I feel stupid and he pours me another shooter and I do as he does. I try the cheese but I honestly don't remember how they taste and I'm pretending to love everything but really I just wanted to get through with it and looked forward to taking a mountain sized shit that would inevitably clog their toilet. Dinner ended at about 10pm and I was jetlagged and tired, I went to bed and sweat like pig all night and had nightmares as my digestive organs were working double overtime. We had lamb the next day.

I never ate at Upstairs. I liked going to House of Jazz for my Jazz fix as they have the better venue, but their food is so so. Upstairs probably has better food. I know one of my friends confirmed this. Have to give it a try when things re-open.

I live in Laval now which is off the Montreal island. Property on the island is too expensive. My wife is Armenian so we eat a lot of Mediterranean and Arabic inspired meals and there are some good Syrian and Lebanese joints in the vicinity. We have some excellent restaurants here and you can eat for cheap (especially if you come with American currency). Places like Le Garde-Manger, Au Pied de Cochon, Joe Beef, Toqué!, are musts but hard to get a reservation. Schwartz is worth the lineup wait and I always get my smoked meat fix when I'm in the area.

Lol yeah our transportation to and from the airport is terrible although there is a shuttle to downtown. Still, it sucks.

 

[snowbro]

If you don't upgrade to onion rings over French fries when the opportunity presents itself you are 100% a Communist. If you get coleslaw? Terrorist. Steamed vegetables? Socialist. Side salad? @TidWell (love you bro)


@HughPhug you are preaching the Gospel yeeeeeeeeeeeeeet again!

The mcdicks side salad is the bees knees. Caesar dressing, lots of bacon and huge flakes of romano cheese for no additional cost.

 

[HUGHPHUG]

Used to go a really posh place with parents and grandparents. Christmas Day it was a starter, a fish course, turkey and then dessert or cheese board. I sometimes split a calamari and then a main but I’m normally too full for dessert. I don’t know where I used to put it back then.
Now an 8 course tasting menu with small portions I can get on with.

There were some awesome Indonesian places in Amsterdam that did those taster menus, like 24 different little dishes

None of them were soup though

 

[HUGHPHUG]

***Warning long story ahead but worth the read (I hope)***
I was 15 when I experienced by true first experience of multiple servings and it was a night to remember. I had just arrived as an exchange student in France after a long day of travelling and had fasted for 20 hours. I was super tired and starving, but I wanted to please my host family who was excited to feed me an authentic French meal with food grown on their farm. They had a huge family comprised of the man and his wife, two sons (one of them was a goth in his thirties), the goth son's wife and their baby, and the 80 year old grandmother. I sit down at their table and suddenly the 80 year old grandmother brings out a plate of sliced tomatoes. Now, mind you, growing up my mom always just laid out all the food on the table for us to eat so I immediately thought "oh damn, I guess I'm having tomatoes for dinner". So I take about half of all the tomatoes and I remember everyone looking at me like I'm some weirdo who just fucking loves tomatoes. I finish that plate and I remember thinking "I wish I had some meat but at least I'm full". Then the grandmother rips half a baguette and sets it next to me. I finish that baguette with lots of butter and now I'm proper full. Suddenly, the grandmother brings out two roast duck, a giant bowl of french fries, and a big salad. I decide to eat a normal serving of everything because I don't want to appear rude. After eating that meal I feel like I'm about to burst. I'm sweating and I feel like I have an anvil laying in my stomach. I remember staring around the dining room wondering "where the hell am I?" and see the goth's wife wip out her tit and start breastfeeding the baby like no one was around. I am not used to this. Then the goth asks me about my musical preferences. He says he's in a band (of course he is) and that he plays Marilyn Manson in the nursery when they put the kid to bed. At this point I feel ill from being full and wondering if I'm hallucinating. The mother asks me if I like lamb but I had never had it before. She gets excited and tells me we will have lamb for dinner the next day. I ask if all the butcher shops have lamb and they say they will just kill one from their farm. Turns out it's the 80 year old gramma who fucking slits the thing's throat! She tells me how she does it and gives me the play by play while sporting a creepy smile. I felt like I was at the dinner scene of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Then the grandmother leaves and comes back out with a plate of sweets for desserts. All kinds of things like crème brûlée, tarts, chocolate mousse, cakes, and I had to taste a little bit of everything. I feel like I'm about to cry but now, we get served a about 5 different kinds of cheeses with crackers and baguettes. I tried saying no, but they insisted. I tell them I'm full and I will try it tomorrow. The dad says he has an idea and comes back with cognac and pours me a shooter. I'm 15. I'm like "Uhhhhhh..." but then I remember it's customary for teens to drink alcohol in France. So I do what I see in movies, and I just knock that thing back and slam it on the table. They all look at me again like I'm some kind of weirdo. The dad takes his shooter that he had poured himself and takes a small sip and gently lays it down. I feel stupid and he pours me another shooter and I do as he does. I try the cheese but I honestly don't remember how they taste and I'm pretending to love everything but really I just wanted to get through with it and looked forward to taking a mountain sized shit that would inevitably clog their toilet. Dinner ended at about 10pm and I was jetlagged and tired, I went to bed and sweat like pig all night and had nightmares as my digestive organs were working double overtime. We had lamb the next day.

I never ate at Upstairs. I liked going to House of Jazz for my Jazz fix as they have the better venue, but their food is so so. Upstairs probably has better food. I know one of my friends confirmed this. Have to give it a try when things re-open.

I live in Laval now which is off the Montreal island. Property on the island is too expensive. My wife is Armenian so we eat a lot of Mediterranean and Arabic inspired meals and there are some good Syrian and Lebanese joints in the vicinity. We have some excellent restaurants here and you can eat for cheap (especially if you come with American currency). Places like Le Garde-Manger, Au Pied de Cochon, Joe Beef, Toqué!, are musts but hard to get a reservation. Schwartz is worth the lineup wait and I always get my smoked meat fix when I'm in the area.

Lol yeah our transportation to and from the airport is terrible although there is a shuttle to downtown. Still, it sucks.

That's a great story dude! I felt like I was in a Texas Chainsaw/Monty Python spin off

What I really want to know though, is how big was the eventual shit, did you clog the toilet, and was that your first real boob you ever saw? (also please don't tell me that goth chick was the girl you just married)

We were there late September, really excited for all the food trucks but we were a couple of weeks too late. Markets were great though and we got to see the Canadians play a pre season game

 

[fingercuffs]

There were some awesome Indonesian places in Amsterdam that did those taster menus, like 24 different little dishes

None of them were soup though

Can't say I had that experience but sounds swell. Dutch cuisine for the most part wasn't great but the Brazil steakhouses and the more posh burger places were ace. They know how to season and rarely even ask how you want your burger or steak cooked. It just comes out as it should be. A fillet comes out rare, and a burger medium.