Une soirée Français
Thursday, June 30th, 2005Today I did some stuff. Spectacular.
After work, I got home and Becky and I had forgotten to take out our Dream Dinner out of the freezer. We didn’t want to sit around and wait for it to thaw, so we went out. There was this place that I had seen on my way home that I wanted to try, so I suggested it, and we went.
Becky and I piled into the car and we were off to Le Petit Paris (that roughly translates as ‘The Petit Paris’). First of all, we parked (good place to start) and couldn’t find the entrance. We walked around the entire building and found that we had parked on the complete opposite side of the building. As we walk up we notice a young gentleman of about 27 years wearing a suit and talking on a mobile phone while he was lounging on a bench directly outside the main entrance. As he noticed us, he quickly ended his call and said, “bonsoir!” which sounded more like “bonswah!” and means more like, “good evening!”
So, we’re thinking: ooo, Frenchy! Then he babbled something that I didn’t catch and was not entirely sure it was in English (later Becky informed me that he told us that he was on the phone with another Frenchman, and they all get together on Tursdays), and showed us to our table. The decor was tasteful, the seat was comfortable, and the company was impeccable (I don’t think they provide Becky’s for everyone though). One thing we did notice, was that we were not handed any menus.
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