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What to Order for Lunch in Paris

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Real Estate Agent with Preferred Properties Key West

I was watching something on television the other day which reminded me of a real life incident that occurred in April 1992. My partner and I were in Paris walking around the Sorbonne. It was lunch time. We found a quaint little restaurant that dated back eons. We went inside. The place was packed, dark, and charming as all get-out. We stayed.

 

Our waitress appeared. As I recall these many years later she was probably in her 30s, but more than her age, I remember that she had hairy legs and unshaven armpits which reeked.  She spoke only French. We only spoke American. I used my pocket sized French-English translation book to order my selection: beef salad. I remember exactly what I ordered.

 

I am pretty sure we had some wine while we awaited our meals. Then they arrived. I don't recall what my partner ordered but I remember almost gagging when my bowl was placed in front of me. You see my beef salad closely resembled what we fed Gertrude our German Shepherd every night: ALPO. Our dog got a mix of kibbles and a whole can of little ALPO meatballs in a gravy. She loved it. I did not eat my lunch.  I drank it!

 

 

 

Comments (2)

Sheila Anderson
Referral Group Incorporated - East Brunswick, NJ
The Real Estate Whisperer Who Listens 732-715-1133

Good afternoon Gary. Oh no. This wasn't good from the beginning. I would have left.

Jul 07, 2019 11:36 AM
Gary Thomas

Shelia,  The place was charming and packed with people who loved the food. I made the mistake of not knowing what I was ordering.  I wonder what Gertie would have thought of the beef salad, however.  She was known to have turned up her nose at a few things.

Jul 07, 2019 01:07 PM
Kathy Streib
Cypress, TX
Home Stager/Redesign

Hi Gary- sounds like something got lost in the translation and I too would have had a liquid lunch.  Sounds safer to stick with croissants and other pastries!!!

Jul 07, 2019 05:23 PM