I do not know if you noticed, but I think the jokes, or even simple references to Maite , it really has not aged well.
Here, besides this post smells a little musty, the coup.
Yes, because before, when we wanted to talk about a fat lady a bit ridiculous, or just big, they talked about Maite, you see. They said "no but Haaan watching this one, it seems Maite, huhu.". Then everyone burst out in heart. It was fun, you know, friendly.
Now, all the Maite world has forgotten, and I do not even talk about this brave Micheline.
bad. I also think we urgently need a new big, on TV, because otherwise how will people do ...
I needed to say.
So if talking about this typical restaurant / lodging doubtful / Shabby move that took the honor for having me the other night. No, but tell me, in the end, dammit! It starts with the boss looks like a fridge door that is not damn tell me whether or not this is possible or not.
"We come tonight and we will both ." I say that Michelle's mother. (Both is a number between 4 and 6, limits excluded, you have two hours)
"Both ?" she says "Let's see."
V'la she began to think in eyeing the four chairs that are dueling in the cubbyhole that serves as dining room, so we were not that much.
"Well, err yes then agreed as , around 20:30, okay?"
"Heck yeah."
...
So here we go, limping clopant, and the way we could meet a large ... (Ah, it makes me sign board that is not: here we go, period.)
We put our coats we did not, and someone comes up with a card-shaped pig, so if we say "good time tonight if you want y 'to eat it. Point.." Yes, because you understand, to give the appearance of a cottage nice and friendly, nothing like making a single menu, that way everybody eats the same thing, nobody wants to bite you and that your fries we must recognize that it is still very significant. And then, well, I must admit that it's much less boring for the cook, eh. Not good but what bin at the end, what does that mean those restaurants that give us a choice? Huh? They will be glad when all the chefs will have died of exhaustion and even exhaustion.
So good, as a le monde avait choisi le même menu, du coup, j'ai pris la même chose que tout le monde, et le type au cochon, là, il avait l'air rassuré.
Ca a commencé par une soupe aussi verte qu'elle en avait l'air, avec des feuilles de machin dedans. La dame avec sa tête de frigo nous a posé la soupière sur la table, et pis elle est partie, genre "démerdez-vous". Moi, ne pas nous servir la soupe, j'ai trouvé ça louche. Mais bon les autres disaient que "Ahah c'est sympa et convivial".
Bon.
Personnellement je n'ai jamais ressenti un quelconque plaisir à servir une assiette de soupe, hein, mais après tout chacun son truc.
La soupe était bonne, merci. Malgré while I could not take my head that the soup is primarily flavored hot water for cutting hunger, but it's probably because I, sir, I know that c is that hunger! It's not like all these idiots who spend their days in train ... (Ah, it makes me sign board that is not: I do not really know what it is that hunger.)
This was followed by a plate of risotto "vegetarian" with a salad as green she looked like. I told myself in my fort boyar inside that "vegetarian" was a way a little mat to tell us we have no meat because it expensive and that the coup is made less profit per pigeo ... customer. But others found it still as nice and friendly and also super original. Si
Rice and salad.
Original.
...
And then the lady came to tell us refrigerator desserts. I was shocked, for he had the choice, there. I almost asked her if she was not too tired, so, as she had done several desserts, if she would not sit back for five minutes, all that drinking a glass of water. But actually no, I did not want to risk a darker surroundings as nice. And friendly.
is the gentleman who brought me pig my pie.
Finally ...
Technically, it was actually a pie. Apart from that I generally, I prefer when the dough is baked, but hey, I see you coming, you still tell me I'm looking for the little beast. And you'd be right, since everyone feasted with great fanfare as "mmmmhh" and other small screeching that for technical reasons, I unfortunately can not reproduce here.
Well, finally found the meeting very nice meal and friendly, especially since it cost only five euros per guest, with two bars and the ridiculously small pitcher of pink understood. "Reasonable." As they say, taking a serious head who knows Mr. Price, who plays the stock market.
It must come from me, but five euros for a plate fleet, Bolino a salad and a piece of pie home Tricatel, it stuck with me a little bit on the stomach. Like what, it does no good to s'empifrer ...
I wish you good morning.
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