Monday, February 13, 2012
Food, a language unto itself
A visit by an old friend meant some very enjoyable meals, including a nice lunch at La Palette, an old cafe in the 6th, where we stumbled across the following question:
Is a Parisian waiter happier when an American butchers the French language to order food, or would he prefer to "practice" his English and thereby butcher ours?
How about if I just point?
The answer is as of yet not determined. And by the way, what is the translation for