For dinner, we picked a restaurant that looked nice and was decorated cutely. Inside, we were served by a cheerful woman in tights and a bouncy miniskirt. She didn’t know any English and was glad to find that I understood a little French. There were no menus, but only framed chalkboards and slates on the walls listing out the different options in curly handwriting.
After we ordered, the lady kept watching us from behind the cash register. When my dad ordered a glass of white wine and she brought it, she got herself a glass of water to demonstrate to him how to smell the aroma of the wine in the glass, then sip it and run it around in the mouth to get the whole taste. While we were eating, she would stand about a metre away from our table, intently watching our reactions to every dish.
I tried a drink called Kir Royal, which is made from a sparkling white wine with blackberry liquor in it. It comes out a pleasant magenta colour and is sweet but rather strong.
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| Free bread stuff |
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| Kir Royal on the left |
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| Some quiche-like thing |
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| Terrine, which is basically duck pâté |
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| Boeuf Bourguignon with pasta |
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| Duck breast and a pile of potatoes |
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| Poire au vin (dessert) |
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