I know that when I go to Marseilles, I'm going to order chicken and waffles first thing. I mean, I'm in France - so of course I'm ordering American food.
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KitKat
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I’m with you, Wanders. The next time I’m in Paris, I’ll order a tuna melt.
I tried eating my cereal the way Hugo’s eating his bouillabaisse, hooking my index finger around the spoon. It was not a success. I don’t know how the French do it. By the way, Hugo, do restaurants keep your bottle of grape juice on ice like this restaurant does? If so, I’m sure the ice is of much better quality.
@kitkat, I was going to mention the spoon thing as well. At least June and Uncle Joe are consistent in one thing: Their characters don't know the first thing on holding utensils.
Being a former New Yorker, unless Dawn and Hugo are eating at some overpriced Times Square chain French Restaurant (e.g. Le Homard Rouge or Le Jardin D'oliviers), there are some excellent French Restaurants run by French ex-pats, so Hugo must be eating in one run by the same people who own McDonalds.
I'm with you Wanders. If I ever go to Paris, I am going to order a hot dog and pomme frittes with ketchup, then say that they are much better in New York. I'm sure I will get deported.
The moral of this story is that dawn will finally wake up and finally see Hugo for the smug, self centered creep he is and will be content to be with ugly, dorky Jared because everything great in the good ol' Us of A.
Chortling away in my work at home bungalow, everyone! HaHaHa! Score one for Jared. Looks like he will need some help, considering how Hugo is presenting with that manly chest hair.
Thanks, everyone. I appreciate your encouragement and kind comments each day. And I have to say that you all have been keeping me chuckling, too.
I'm especially tittering about the orders of chicken and waffles and a tuna melt for those of you Eventual Travelers To Paris. Of course, the French already have the Croque Monsieur, the fancy French Ham and Cheese Sandwich. Perhaps Kit Kat can order a Croque Poisson, and Wanders can order a Crepe Avec Poulet Frite. Neither will be as Superior as the ones in America, however; that goes without saying.
Nance, once again your BFH title made me laugh out loud (and laughing while sheltering in place is an excellent thing!). Also, thanks for the suggestion: the next time I’m in Paris, I will order a Croak Fish. That should impress the natives!
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I’m with you, Wanders. The next time I’m in Paris, I’ll order a tuna melt.
I tried eating my cereal the way Hugo’s eating his bouillabaisse, hooking my index finger around the spoon. It was not a success. I don’t know how the French do it. By the way, Hugo, do restaurants keep your bottle of grape juice on ice like this restaurant does? If so, I’m sure the ice is of much better quality.
@kitkat, I was going to mention the spoon thing as well. At least June and Uncle Joe are consistent in one thing: Their characters don't know the first thing on holding utensils.
Being a former New Yorker, unless Dawn and Hugo are eating at some overpriced Times Square chain French Restaurant (e.g. Le Homard Rouge or Le Jardin D'oliviers), there are some excellent French Restaurants run by French ex-pats, so Hugo must be eating in one run by the same people who own McDonalds.
I'm with you Wanders. If I ever go to Paris, I am going to order a hot dog and pomme frittes with ketchup, then say that they are much better in New York. I'm sure I will get deported.
The moral of this story is that dawn will finally wake up and finally see Hugo for the smug, self centered creep he is and will be content to be with ugly, dorky Jared because everything great in the good ol' Us of A.
Today's Boldface Haiku is titled
"Perhaps If You Had Paired It With A Sauvignon Blanc Or Sancerre Instead Of Grape Nehi, Your Experience Would Have Been Slightly Different".
Bouillabaisse?
But...
Superior!
(French.)
@Nance: BFH: Priceless!
I just hope they don't break up over dinner. I NEED to know what they'd planned for hotel accommodations!
HelenClark
Chin Napkin hangs on the chiller, ready when needed by the Galloping Gaul.
Chortling away in my work at home bungalow, everyone! HaHaHa! Score one for Jared. Looks like he will need some help, considering how Hugo is presenting with that manly chest hair.
We knew this months ago, Dawn. What rock have you been living under?
A bottle in ice and purple stuff in their glasses?
Ermagherd, they're drinking André Cold Duck!
Another seed of doubt in the peat bog that is Dawn's mind begins to sprout, and clarity is the worse for it.
Clarity is so much clearer in France.
-- Scottie McW.
Thanks, everyone. I appreciate your encouragement and kind comments each day. And I have to say that you all have been keeping me chuckling, too.
I'm especially tittering about the orders of chicken and waffles and a tuna melt for those of you Eventual Travelers To Paris. Of course, the French already have the Croque Monsieur, the fancy French Ham and Cheese Sandwich. Perhaps Kit Kat can order a Croque Poisson, and Wanders can order a Crepe Avec Poulet Frite. Neither will be as Superior as the ones in America, however; that goes without saying.
(And please avoid Grape Nehi with either one.)
The chest hair is better in France.
Nance, once again your BFH title made me laugh out loud (and laughing while sheltering in place is an excellent thing!). Also, thanks for the suggestion: the next time I’m in Paris, I will order a Croak Fish. That should impress the natives!
Hilarious comments today, all. You people rock!
Add for the Honda Clarity says:
There's a Clarity for Everyone. Explore Them All.
Nance, I laughed out loud at the BFH. Brilliant.
And good comments all around. I wonder if there a comic called Marie Vaut in France. ff so, I'm sure it's better. Or course, that's a very low bar.
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