Baby-Bel
that story reminds me of an incident that a friend of mine, who is a french chef, told me about.

He was in a restaurnat in Dublin, a top class one that boasted of Fresh Irish produce cooked well etc, it was also a restaurant that he knew quite well and when his meal was late he was able to call the kitchen and see what was going on with his food etc etc. Anyway it was the end of the meal, which my friend (Sebasitan, for that is his name) had described as average at best, and people in his party had decided to have a go on the cheese board, advertised as "a selection of local Irish cheeses" rather than have a desert.

When said cheese board arrives it is disappointing, not least because nestling in the middle of the "fresh Irish Cheese selection" was a shiny red Baby Bel, winking cheerfully up my at friend, in the way only a tiny processed wax covered cheese can.

He did not take this particularly well, in fact his reaction was to stand up, holding the cheese in a similar way to the way Hamlet hold's Yorick's skull, and exlaim in his French/Dublin accent " Ba Ba Bel! a Fucking Ba Ba Bel!" before hurling the baby cheeses across the room.

not sure if this was revenge from the kitchen for the phone call, or just a joke, but the moral of this story is, Never fuck around with a frenchman and his cheeses!
(superkitty is neither super nor a kitty, Fri 27 May 2011, 11:23, 1 reply)

Ha ha ha!
That must've been a joke by the restaurant.

Great reaction though. The ideal way to react to a Babybel in your cheeseboard.
(Land of Green Ginger It's dreamy weather, Tue 31 May 2011, 10:57, closed)