My Belgic employers took me to the restaurant. As tortue it was at the beginning as wonderful it was near the end of the party.
The most important conclusin: etiquette books are of no help!
The first humilitation: order - the first time in the proper restaurant with peple who are EXPERTS in food (even the eldest son of 15). How am I supposed to know what is good as a starter: pigeon almond or goose liver with apples...I've never had a starter!
And a sauce to steak...Bearnaese...I was able to pronounce it correctly only the third time! I felt retarded T_______T
Surprise: what is this tiny little tomato with ...erm...caramel? Why soup is in a shotglass?
The second humilitation: the waiter took my cutlery and I sat like "Erm...sorry? Excuse me? Can I have a fork?...Pleease?...Sir?.."
The reward: such a delicious meal! I had all the names of the dishes I tried written down:
Amuse-bouche - this tiny tomato and soup shot came out to be an appetizer. Unexpected =)
Starter - Dorade with ratatouille and kus-kus. At least one word I knew (thank Pixart for the cartoon). Delicious fried fish with vegetables, in other words.
Main dish - Steak with Bearnaese sauce...the softest meat I tried...
But next time I should be prepared...at least morally...