Walking Bacon

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

SUPPER CLUBBBBBB!!!

Well, nearly everyone dropped out. So actually.

supper club

In the end, it was only Jefe, Manda, Mo, Briar and me who went to "Havana" bar and restaurant for our first Supper Club.

Nevertheless it was a fun evening. Manda and I decided to try and work our way through the cocktail menu and also order EVERYTHING on the tapas menu. 

As a result, I ate things I would never normally have eaten including:

- Rubbery ceviche
- Rubbery octopus
- Rubbery prawns

As you can tell, having TRIED all of these things, I can still confirm that I still definitely still don't like rubbery sea food. Still.

Back to the cocktail menu. Manda wanted a Golden P*rnstar. I had a Naked and Famous. 

Yes, we are those sort of people. 

I also ordered a Cubanita. 

"It's a Bloody Mary," said Jefe. 

It really kind of was. Manda told me that "War-sesty-shire Sauce"* was invented by accident when some guy accidentally fermented anchovies. I'm guessing he may have been drinking a number of other fermented products when this happened.

"If you got one of those in Florida, they'd put bacon in it," added Jefe. 

This got us talking about bacon. It's a subject we cover often. Jefe is APPALLED by "floppy bacon". For Jefe, if bacon is not crispy then it is an obscenity. And he often mocks Aotearoa for its "FLOPPY BACON" and there's a mime that kind of draws a clear yet unspoken line between bacon and flaccid willies. 

But in Florida, you get CRISPY BACON with just about everything, according to Jefe. Including alcoholic drinks. 

"You can even get walking bacon in Florida," he told us. 

???

Jefe felt a need to explain. You can literally go to restaurants in Florida and ask for walking bacon. And you'll get a paper cup filled with rashers of bacon that you can walk around with. 

Isn't that BRILLIANT? I feel like I want to open a walking bacon food truck. 

Sadly bacon did not feature in any of the tapas we had. But it was overall delicious anyway. 

Briar seemed to enjoy herself. But because she is so little I cannot help but feel incredibly patronising protective toward her. She was going to go straight home after the meal so I offered to take her to the railway station in a taxi. So then Jefe and Manda decided to come with me. So then the evening broke up a little earlier than usual.

In itself, this was not a bad thing. Caro was happy to see me at around 9:30 when I got home and no-one had hangovers the next day. 

But I am craving bacon now. Floppy or otherwise.

S.

* She mangled the name on purpose.