Ode on a Grecian Bistro

THOU still unpictured dish of greek delight,
Thou foster-child of foolishness and sloth,
Ming, incompetent, though you had in his sight
thought not to photograph e'en the tablecloth:
What leaf-fringed pork loin haunted thy serving dish
of porcelain, of fine glass, or of both,
In Oliver Lane, that's in the CBD?
What herbs and oils are these? What fragrant broth?
What diced root? What strange exotic fish?
What jus and sauces? What rich fricasee?

The fondant cream was sweet, but is, unseen,
no sweeter; therefore, dear blog reader, complain;
Not to my sensual ear, but, far more swift,
whine to my email, through ether send your pain:
Fair squid, you started with, stewed with young leaves
of fennel, suffused with sweet perfume;
Its bold flavor, never, never can we see
presented on this blog, and so we grieve;
We wanted pictures, instead got poetry,
poor poetry at that. Cruel joke, we presume?

Oh crappy, crappy post! that cannot shed
new light in channels red green blue;
And, crappy blogger, when he ate
his dishes, pork loin, squid stew;
Was happy, love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,
for ever steaming, from the kitchen fresh brung
in his memory, but lord above,
not in yours: high-sorrowful and cloy'd,
lacks appetite to moist your parched tongue.

What fine organic pig was sacrificed?
By what green butcher, O mysterious beast,
were'st thou so lovingly carved and stuffed,
and with that silken caulfat so well drest?
What Cretan leeks brought in by air or sea,
or o'er land from local farmers hands,
do dress thy browned form, this afternoon?
But, sticky sauce, thy sweetness needs to be
offset by piquancy, and you could stand
some lemon too. You overwhelm too soon.

O sweet dessert! fair plate of fruit! with piece
of nutty earthy halva, finely wrought,
in a quenelle - cut right through the grease;
Thou, final dish! dost juicy delight brought
As doth Greek coffee: So unusual!
When roasty drink you have consumed posthaste,
then water flavored with the scent of rose
you drink, and leave refreshed. To thouself say'st,
'Beauty is truth, and truth beauty,-that is all
Ye know on earth.' (so don't bug me for photos)