I just went to a French restaurant... needless to say, it was pretty dandy. We would always pass the place on our walks to the local pizza place, and now we got to go to an authentic French place. The guy could sort of tell we couldn't speak French much, so he added in the English translation a few times. But we still sort of talked in French mostly. Or attempted to.
The menu was pretty fancyish, and it was mostly fish. I got some salmon with teryaki sauce. They had this little bowl in the middle of the table that had these like... roasted, salted, sugared? pumpkin seeds. They were seriously good. After a while the guy brought out these awesome plates with some like... lobster bisk-ness, zucchini, cracker with some something on it and... pumpkin soup. Small portions. But it was good I guess.
Then, get this- he brings out these hot breadly items; a little baguette or like a roll. They were good! And then came our actual dinners, which came in such small portions compared to back in America that I almost blinked. Well, I did blink. But not because of that. And not... just whatever. They were small portions. Lots of vegetables. And yes, the French have good food.
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