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My horrific experience with rabbit was in Orvieto, Italy, last year. Oh sure, it tasted good...roasted in olive oil and rosemary. But then...CRUNCH! It was those miniscule little bones that were impossible to detect in the meat. I was mortified as to how to graciously remove them from my mouth. The napkin was the chosen option, but they dropped out of the napkin so I ended up with little rabbit bones on the floor at my feet. NEVER again!
P.S. What IS the proper etiquette for removing rabbit bones from one's mouth in a restaurant? :-0
Posted by: Jen | Thursday, September 11, 2008 at 08:51 AM