I believe that was the wording Patrick used to define the smell of Limburger cheese. He and I manned up and split a sandwich. It wasn't bad, but had a peculiar aftertase that, for me, built over the ride home into a good strong case of heartburn. Limburger is not nearly as bad as all the hype, but I can't say I'd seek it out either.
In other news, the GS is now terrifying in the twisties. The knobs are coming off.
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gotta say, the thought of the cheese i'm ok with, just that they put the mint on it would make me freak out and throw it directly in the trash. Hope you girls had a nice ride today, sorry you didn't jive with the knobbers, Ben!
And on the seventh day God gave unto the world Stinky Cheeses and yea, verily, the lovers of stinky fromage did rejoice . . . if it smells worse than rotting feet it's gotta be good !!!!
Tom, you probably also wouldn't like what the waiter said: "The Limburger is extra ripe today, it made me gag when I smelled it"
now that's a sales pitch!
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