More poppadoms (and other stuff) for Pippa

I have a new idea.

While I am waiting for the movie project to come to fruition, I am going to become a restaurant critic.

Pippa the Restaurant Reviewer. Pippa the food crit. Pippa picks places for poppadoms, pasta, pizza and pie.

We have had a splurge of dining out this week.

Although mistress claims to like cooking, master can not be bothered to wait for the inordinate amount of time it takes for her to dish up the slop nice food, so he has insisted that we all go out to dinner instead.

Do I mind? Of course not. I get a nice walk down to the marina, I sit in the sun, people admire me, sometimes I get tasties from M&M and the morning after, I get delicious extras for my breakfast.

And because some of my friends were asking about poppadoms, I have included a picture of them. Well, what’s left of them.

Here are the nice pickles that we put on our poppadums. Then what’s left of the pickles goes on our curry and rice.

We decided to try out one of the posh restaurants.

I say we, but for some reason that escapes me, I did not get to go. However when mistress got her main course, there was enough food for four dogs. I kid you not. So they came home with enough food for me for two breakfasts and there was so much vegetable tatin that mistress managed to make another meal for them in the evening out of it. It made what seemed like an expensive meal very good value.

Then they decided they would go to an Italian. I lay on my sofa and glared at master.

“I think we will take Pippa,” said master hastily. I smiled again.

So off we all went to the Italian restaurant. This was situated on a nice promenade, up above the old naval dockyards and looking out to sea. This was another fine place and lots of dogs walked past so it was very interesting.

The Greedy Ones had an excellent starter (which they don’t usually have) of mozzarella and tomato with some pesto dressing and salad. This was a top idea because when they got their pizza and pasta it meant that they left some for my breakfast. And I had a little bit of pizza at the restaurant. The fine man brought me a bowl of water too without even asking. This restaurant definitely gets the paws up from Pippa.

On a restaurant roll, master suggested we go out again last night. I immediately glared at him.

“Of course we can take Pippa wherever we go so there is no point leaving him,” master said.

Mistress added helpfully, “Yes, there are no cats down at the marina, only people and dogs, so Pippa doesn’t cause any disturbance.”

I wasn’t sure I liked the last part of that comment. I don’t consider chasing cats to be a disturbance. It is part of my role in life, like eating and sleeping. Silly mistress.

They decided to try a different restaurant again. Another posh-looking one.

We sat by the rails at the marina and master tied my lead to them. The waiter came out and mistress asked which options were vegetarian. There was only a starter, a salad and a main course. So mistress promptly ordered them.

Well, mistress, I think it would have been a good idea to have ordered two of something and not just shared it between you both. It is no good you both smacking your lips and saying how delicious it is, and then finishing it all off.

How am I supposed to embark on my new career as food crit if you eat it all and don’t leave any for my breakfast?

Anyway, here is a quick round-up of some comments on my last foodie post.

Firstly thanks to Marv for giving me the title for this one, and to JB for suggesting they should in fact be called Pippadoms. I think that is very good and I will suggest it next time we go to the Indian restaurant.

Randi wanted to know if I had ever eaten donuts. Well, no is the answer to that as there are no sweeties in this household. Apart from me of course. And as to what we eat when Randi and I get to go on our dinner date together, I don’t think I will notice what I am eating (so long as there is lots of it).

Jackson, Narra and Tuchuck wanted to know if they would all be allowed at the Indian restaurant. Well, I think so because I don’t see any signs limiting the number of dogs.

Ruby only gets to go to Starbucks. I don’t think I would be allowed there. It is probably on one of mistress’s boycott lists.

And Jazz and Dixie want to know what Poppadoms, I mean Pippadoms, taste like. I haven’t really thought about that as I eat them very quickly. But they are crispy and crunchy like TOAST, so therefore they are a Good Thing.

Next up, I really must post about the movie.