Seems the French have once again excelled themselves?
I picture a little old man in a black and while hooped shirt, wearing a berry and with a gitane hanging out of one side of his mouth. He is sat there with the back off the server, in a pool of cigarette smoke, sipping a strong coffee, grumbling to himself about the price of beef and lamb.
Then after a period of time (say 20 mins, which is very patient for the French) he throws his arms in the air, as only the Gallic’s can do, exclaiming "sacre blue".
He then storms out of the building, and proceeds down to the nearest bar for a small Kronenburg.
This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register.
By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.