Yesterday we were sitting at one of the three tables outside Pikkulintu, which is quite an improbable place in itself: a small watering hole at a shopping center in Puotila with an unbelievable selection of whisky. Suddenly an American man in his seventies came up to us.
"Does this place serve kaurapuuro?" - he asked us in Finnish.
"I don't think so," - one of us answered.
"Do you know where I can get some?"
We pointed at Valintatalo, but the American grandpa said that he wants to buy some ready-made warm kaurapuuro, and that 30-something years ago this place used to sell it. We encouraged him to go inside and ask, but he said that he did not have time, showed us a bag of frozen vegetables and walked away.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
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