the joy of being a foreigner

My waitress said what I ate was “guru”. I double checked. I would apologise to anyone missing their guru this morning, but he must have been a very young guru cos he was soft and tender – perhaps a baby guru? I would look for guidance on this delicate matter, but explaining there was a guru in my soup would just be awkward. However, if you’re interested, guru is best served hot with a little chilli on the side. Continue reading the joy of being a foreigner