I went to Amsterdam the other day to visit my son (bail him out, I mean!) and while I was there I took him for a meal. Wandering round the more salubrious areas of the city I spotted a rubarium, which we duly visited. I ordered a Lamd Dhansak. When it came, I asked my son if I'd ordered lamb. He said 'yes'. Not wanting to cause a fuss, (I was knackered from the drive), I ate the meal. When about to pay the bill, I was asked the usual 'did you enjoy your meal, sir?' to which I replied (dishonestly - it was awful) 'Yes, however the lamb was very strange.' 'Why?' he asked. 'Because it was chicken' I replied. 'Oh no sir, it was lamb' 'I think I can tell the difference between chicken and lamb' quoth I 'Oh no sir, we cook lamb differently here' was the reply. Moral of the tale. Never eat a chick in lambs clothing.
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