In the mid-morning we went out for lunch and walked past makeshift roofed veranda outside someone’s house with a table and a pan set up outside and a handwritten sign saying ‘pulque, michelada’. The food looked delicious so we decided to eat there. It turned out to be excellent: a couple of quesedillas filled with a mix of mushrooms, cheeses and vegetables, and a gordita filled with beans. All were delicious, and the tortillas were similar to the roti we have at home in Pakistan, thick, whole grained and full of flavour. I had a small glass of pulque which came in a gigantic stein. Pulque turned out to be surprisingly pleasant; it is a weak, local beer-like drink, and had a nice rice-y flavour to it. An excellent little discovery, we’ll be back. We then walked on to our usual cafe, where a fledgeling had managed to leap from one hanging flower pot to the next and was clearly unsure how on earth it would get back.
On returning we discovered that our long-running quest to get HBO so that we could watch the final season of Game of Thrones along with everyone else in the whole wide world had finally succeeded. Only the final episode is left, to be aired next week, but at least we won’t miss out on all the memes etc.
I have been hate-watching GoT since the first, and I’m pleased that certainly by the second episode it had kept enought stupidity to keep me enraged.
SPOILERS FOLLOW
The first episode was not too bad: Danaerys was her usual annoying loony self, and Jon as stupid as ever. Sansa was good, though, and I hope she wins the GoT though it seems unlikely. There were some great moments with Bran staring off into the middle distance, and of course the usual tits and bits scene with three nekkid prostitutes, though this time clearly trying to be a little more woke because the prostitutes were more interested in gossip than in their employer. Good dragon leering at aunt sex.
The wokeness continued in the second episode as Tyrion nobly left behind his whoremongering and the only two black characters on the show showed what it’s like to be in a racist white world. At least one of them is sure to die soon so their agony and ours will not last too long. Generally the episode was that most cliched of things, the night before a battle, with characters re-established so we remember who they are when they get killed, a bit of mawkishness, a brave little commoner, loads of fan service with odd bits of comic relief, and even a ballad.
I wonder how long GoT will be remembered after it all ends. I feel like Mad Men, for instance, has completely disappeared from public consciousness. GoT is far, far bigger, more global, but is also utter dreck. Will anyone remember it in a year or two? The great delight of the show is the memification, I wouldn’t be surprised if they outlive the show.