They give themselves airs and graces and act like they're the bóllocks when in fact all they do is cook fùcking eggs.
And I hate the way they try to get you to order an omelette when all you want is fried egg. Cùnts.
Yes. They are always overcooked, aren't they? You feel like jumping in and telling them to stop.
Actually, what irritates me more are the rubes who talk about the experience in awed tones. "He did me a lovely omelette with ham and cheese - anything I wanted." To hear them, you'd think the cùnt had turned lead into gold.
Has anyone ever ordered one with all them toppings...never been that brave
I've never had an omlette that was anything other than bland. Mostly because the egg is always overcooked and an overcooked egg is a horrible thing. Mind you, I've never had a truffled omlette, even after a week in the Dordogne, and I've always thought they might be wonderful.
Fried with a very runny yoke? Yes. Scrambled provided they are cooked very slowly? Yes. Poached with a very runny yoke? Yes.
Omlette? No.
I don't even know where to start with this.
Yes I do. A man who claims to have a knowledge of food but has never cooked, or even experienced, a correctly baveuse omelette, should hang his head in shame. He massive, bald, sweaty head.
And as for lacking the ability to spell omelette...