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Lost in Translation

Thursday, June 14, 2007

When Dave and I had our first meal in Croatia, we were served bread which we then dipped in the olive oil that was already sitting on the table.   Whether or not our state of starvation came into play I can't say, but at the time, it was some of the best olive oil I've ever had.  This set a precedent for the rest of the trip – whenever we sat down to eat, we made it a point to order bread and olive oil.


This continued without incident until Seville.  For breakfast one morning, I had a ham, cheese, tomato and olive oil sandwich at a restaurant that touted the use of a very special olive oil; because it was special, there was a blurb on the menu about it and I took note of the name for olive oil (aceite).   Later, Dave and I were out on a late night tapas run and required our customary bread and oil.  The bread came without any problems, but its cherished mate went missing.   Unable to remember the exact name for olive oil from the morning, I scanned the menu for something that would hopefully jog my memory.  "Ali oli" caught my eye and I pointed it out to Dave who quickly grabbed our waiter – "Es possible, ali oli por favor?"   The waiter nodded and disappeared; moments later, he placed a large brown bowl in front of us containing something that appeared to be akin to potato chip dip and tasted like mayonnaise with some herbs in it.   Having made a special request for this condiment, we felt obligated to eat it and started dipping anything we could into it: bread sticks, bread, potatoes, etc.   A couple days passed before we found out that "ali oli" is a mayonnaise and garlic concoction.


  • At 1:39 PM, Blogger *britt* said…

    really? didn't make the connection at all?:

  • At 5:44 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    i'm back in nyc in one piece, although ryanair tried to make sure that didn't happen. nearly died on our landing in stansted thanks to the hardest landing ever followed immediately by the celebratory horns announcing we'd arrived early (everyone was laughing because it seemed more like were trumpeting our survival). and it finally happened: after 4 days of lugging that damn poster around, on my last leg into stansted i left that damn thing on the plane.

    anyway, you forgot to mention that a large side of ali oli already came with our order of papas, a key factor contributing to the amusement of our bartender for us ordering an additional jug of it.

    have a good time in lisbon and keep the moroccan poo-hand strong. how's the rash on your crotch fairing today? better i hope.

    ciao ciao.

  • At 8:34 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    You've just lost your vote for food rec's on our trip. You were here (hand at eye level), now you're there (waist level).

  • At 7:35 PM, Anonymous Spare! said…

    You know what they dip their fries in over there?


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