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 croque monsieur anyway?