El Gourmet

A tiny little note today
To tell you all of El Gourmet,
A modest bistro right nearby
The headquarters of Gemini

We went for lunch at half past noon,
Which in this land, is much too soon.
But we were hungry, not a shock;
David’s gut was out of stock

Though natives eat at later hours,
We sat and ordered pisco sours
And glanced around the empty room;
Silent as the cliche’ tomb.

What we heard next, did quite astound --
Not half-gnawed words, but complete sound!
Unlike the clipped Chilean lingo
Someone talking like a gringo!

The manager had stopped to chat,
Speaking English, but no expat.
He was friends with our friend James,
So we smiled and exchanged names.

“Juan Pablo - like two Popes of old”
“Michelle and David”, we extolled
He asked us why we were in town
We told him we were settling down!

I replied, with lots of flare:
He’s from Mar-Y-Land...Bel Air
I’m from Jersey, outside Philly,
But now we both reside in Chile!

And with this, his smile grew
We talked and talked, the hour flew
Love of food and wine we share
Soon enough, he grabbed a chair

It nice to have a conversation
With someone from another nation
To hear them talk about their home
And places you “have got” to roam

But in the midst of all the chatter
We forgot a tiny matter
We’d ordered not a single plate
And David’s gut was quite irate!

Juan Pablo knew of just the fix
A menu came and then chopsticks
Asian was the meal du jour
To David’s ill, he had the cure

Carpaccio of salmon first
Pisco then to quench the thirst
A sushi roll, enjoyed sin fork
A plate of gyoza, made of pork

The food was great, which was no shock
The freshest fish, THAT we could grok
Then afterwards, the nicest treat
“Come to my house sometime and eat”

So ends our tale of lunch that day
A grand success we have to say
The best surprise, a “Gourmet” friend
A great way for a meal to end!