... well I was anyway.
The very, very French* restaurant we are dining at this evening rang me at work to confirm our booking. I was at lunch so a colleague took the message.
On my return he said "a fancy, very fancy, restaurant called you. I asked three times but I couldn't catch the name".
I looked at the little yellow post-it he had left me, and that is indeed what he wrote "Luca from Fancy Restaurant called to confirm, #########."
*How French? So French when we ring to book, the accents are so thick we are never quite sure we're booked in for the night we intend. It does make things interesting.
Tuesday, July 14
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I'm off for a plate of pommes frites and a bottle of champers. Aux barricades!
It sounds very exotic.
I picture both you and Mr. Brown in trench coats, collars turned up and wide brimmed fedoras tipped low over one eye, looking very international spy-like as you enter the restaurant for the special dinner.
;o)
- Lee
On the other hand - is it possible that when the heavily accented folks leave work they have proper Sydney accents???
Cookie, chips and fizzy wine, sounds perfect!
Lee, these folk are the real deal, very, very french. I did, as it happens, wear my lovely red trench coat because we had an OUTSIDE TABLE in JULY!!!. They had outside heaters going and supplied jaunty red, white & blue rugs for our knees but mon dieu it was froid!
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