I've been told this many times, " You are soooo French. "
Me, personally, I don't see it. "I am English". I tell them defiantly.
What could possibly happen to make me step back and relook at this?
The occurrence that has caused this, is well, a restaurant of course. My total love for my new favourite restaurant: "Poulet"
Every time we drove by it, I was attracted to it. Everything about it appealed to me. The Name. So cute. Red White and Blue. Chicken, I love my chicken.
Cute little bistro with open widows and tables outside. Perfect location, right on the corner.
Cute little bistro with open widows and tables outside. Perfect location, right on the corner.
When I was lucky enough to walk into the doors the menu sang to me.
Today's Special: Chicken Stew with Sherry on Mashed Potaoes. Soup Today: Green Vegetable Potage. All served with REAL crusty bread and butter. OMG
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This is totally the way I like eat, the decor is so French
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- Pause - OK , maybe they are right? I am soooooo French :)
The first picture just screams: "But of course, Me, I am ze English, non?"
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