We ate lunch at a Czech restaurant today. After the beer, the bread, and the appetizers we didn’t really need the main course, but we had to be polite and eat the goulash (Arlin) and roast beef with dumplings (Phil).

My appetizer was called a “spread made with greaves” in English. The waiter explained it was made from pork fat, so I had to try it. It came with a “Balkan salad”, which turned out to be cabbage and carrots in vinegar. It turns out that “greaves” is a real English word, meaning what we call crackling — the crispy stuff that’s left over when you render the fat out of meat. It was delicious. Arlin had a salad, which is why he’s looking self-righteous.