I don’t know how much longer lunch will continue to fascinate me, but until then I’m going to keep writing about it.
Today’s selections were fish, pork, and veal. Once again, the fish was of questionable nature (no one could translate it), and after yesterday’s lunch I was taking a break from pork. I weighed the moral guilt against my hunger and the hunger won. Besides, I’ve started relying on sides as backup and the veal came with a large portion of mashed potatoes.
During the meal I got a lesson in French politics. In French, of course (see “par et inpar”). I learned that in order to run for presidency, a candidate must have 500 mayors’ signatures. Twenty percent of the population votes fascist, and another 20% believes that the only people who should be allowed to live in France are the French. I hope I don’t know any of those people.
I think that you will have to be carefull of your interpretation of the French chat at lunch
ReplyDeletepeople tend to exagerate a bit and what they mean by french is usually not from Africa
being American you're good to go