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?
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| 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?
