Note
Pancakes on aged homemade kefir, where the sourdough is Indian kefir mushroom - GREAT!
The most delicious and tastiest!
Try it yourself and enjoy their taste!
Bon appetit, everyone! With a wide butter dish!
Anton Pavlovich Chekhov
STUPID FRENCH
The clown from the Ginz brothers' circus, Henry Purkua, went to the Testov tavern in Moscow for breakfast.
- Give me a consommé! - he ordered the sex worker.
- Will you order with poached or without poached?
- No, it's too satisfying with poached ... Two or three croutons, perhaps ...
While waiting for the consommé to be served, Purqua began to watch. The first thing that caught his eye was some plump, handsome gentleman who was sitting at the next table and getting ready to eat pancakes.
"How, however, a lot is served in Russian restaurants!" Thought the Frenchman, watching as his neighbor poured hot butter on his pancakes. "Five pancakes! How can one person eat so much dough?"
Meanwhile, the neighbor anointed the pancakes with caviar, cut all of them into halves and swallowed in less than five minutes ...
- Chelaek! - he turned to the sex. - Serve another portion! What kind of portions do you have? Give me ten or fifteen at once! Give me a balyk ... salmon, or something!
"Strange ... - thought Purkua, examining his neighbor.
- I ate five pieces of dough and asks for more! However, such phenomena are not uncommon ... I myself had an uncle Francois in Brittany, who ate two bowls of soup and five lamb cutlets for a bet ... They say that there are also diseases when they eat a lot ... "
The polio put a mountain of pancakes and two plates with balyk and salmon in front of the neighbor. The good-looking gentleman drank a glass of vodka, ate some salmon, and set to work on pancakes. To Purqua's great surprise, he ate them in a hurry, barely chewing, like a hungry ...
"Obviously sick ..." thought the Frenchman. "And does he, an eccentric man, imagine that he will eat this whole mountain? He won't eat even three pieces, his stomach will be full, and he will have to pay for the whole mountain!"
- Give me some more caviar! - shouted a neighbor, wiping his oily lips with a napkin. -Do not forget the green onions!
"But ... however, half of the mountain is gone!" The clown was horrified. "My God, he ate all the salmon? It's even unnatural ... Is the human stomach so distensible? It can't be! No matter how distensible the stomach is. , but he cannot stretch beyond the belly ... If we had this gentleman in France, he would have been shown for money ... God, there is no longer a mountain! "
- Will you serve a bottle of Nui ... - said the neighbor, taking caviar and onions from the genital - Just warm up first ... What else? Perhaps give me another portion of pancakes ... Hurry only ...
- Listen ... And after the pancakes, what do you want?
- Something easier ... Order a portion of the sturgeon villager in Russian and ... and ... I'll think, go!
“Maybe I’m dreaming?” The clown was amazed, leaning back in his chair. “This man wants to die. You cannot eat such a mass with impunity. seems suspicious that he eats so much? It can't be! "
Purqua called the man who served at the next table to him and asked in a whisper:
- Listen, why are you giving him so much?
- That is, uh ... uh ... they demand, sir! How not to serve, sir? - the sexual one was surprised.
- Strange, but in this way he can sit here until evening and demand! If you yourself do not have the courage to refuse him, then report to the head waiter, invite the police!
The genital grinned, shrugged, and walked away.
"Savages!" The Frenchman was indignant to himself. "They are still glad that there is a madman, a suicide at the table, who can eat for an extra ruble! Nothing that a man would die, there would only be a profit!"
- Orders, nothing to say! - grumbled a neighbor, referring to the Frenchman. - I am terribly annoyed by these long intermissions! If you please wait half an hour from portion to portion! That way, your appetite will go to hell and you will be late ... It's three o'clock, and by five I have to be at the anniversary dinner.
- Pardon, monsieur, - Purkua turned pale, - you are already dining!
- No-no ... What kind of lunch is this? It's breakfast ... pancakes ...
Then a villager was brought to a neighbor. He poured himself a plate full of cayenne pepper and began to sip ...
"Poor fellow ... - the French continued to be horrified. - Either he is sick and does not notice his dangerous state, or he does all this on purpose ... with the intent of suicide ... My God, I know that I will stumble upon such picture, I would never come here! My nerves can not stand such scenes! "
And the Frenchman regretfully began to examine the face of his neighbor, every minute expecting that he was about to start convulsions, which Uncle François always had after a dangerous bet ...
"Apparently, he is an intelligent, young man ... full of strength ..." he thought, looking at his neighbor. "Perhaps he benefits his country ... and it is quite possible that he has a young wife and children .. Judging by his clothes, he must be rich, contented ... but what makes him decide to take such a step? .. And could he really not have chosen another way to die? The devil knows how cheap life is! And how low, I am inhuman, sitting here and not going to help him! Perhaps he can still be saved! "
Purkua got up resolutely from the table and went to his neighbor.
“Listen, monsieur,” he said to him in a quiet, insinuating voice. - I have no honor to know you, but nevertheless, believe me, I am your friend ... Can I help you with something? Remember, you are still young ... you have a wife, children ...
-- I do not understand! - the neighbor shook his head, staring at the Frenchman.
- Ah, why be secretive, monsieur? I can see perfectly! You eat so much that ... it's hard not to suspect ...
-- I eat a lot?! - the neighbor was surprised. -- I?! Completeness ... How can I not eat if I haven't eaten anything since the morning?
“But you eat an awful lot!
“Why, you’re not to pay! What are you worried about? And I don't eat much! Look, I eat like everyone else!
Purkua looked around him and was horrified. The sexes, pushing and flying over each other, wore whole mountains of pancakes ... People sat at the tables and ate mountains of pancakes, salmon, caviar ... with the same appetite and fearlessness as the noble gentleman.
"Oh, wonderland! - thought Purqua, leaving the restaurant. - Not only the climate, but even their stomachs do wonders for them! Oh, country, wonderful country!"