Georgian food is some the best food I've ever tasted anywhere in the world. They've got this thing, it's like a... well, what's the point? Anyway, I thought I'd provide a quick look into the rambunctious repast. I can't tell you how good it feels to hear yourself referred to, in toast after toast, as "our new American brother!"
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3 comments:
that guy at the end looks really fun, whi is he?
Well, Anastasia -- if that is your real name -- the man at the end is the former Minister of Finance and Economy for the great nation of Georgia. He and his wife are friends with Sophico Shevaradnadze (and of course Edward himself) and the rest of the table. His toasts were long and ebullient. And he refused to tell me his name because he kept insisting I was CIA.
But you are CIA
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