It wasn't the wine so much as the Ricard. Oof. La Galoche is a great place. When I think of it, I even think of recanting my vegetarianism, if only for one meal...
March 20, 2005 9:42 AM
Ooooh, Ricard, my new favorite drink! Three drinks, and I'm on my arse in the bathroom, listening to Led Zeppelin very loudly on my iPod and writing lyrics on postcards. ROFL!
March 21, 2005 12:50 PM
Janet, I can personally testify that the worst possible thing you can do with Ricard is try to impress a bunch of French craftspeople who drink like fish every day that you are indeed able to keep up with them by refusing to water down the Ricard at all. This soon leads to sitting dangerously close to traffic on a concrete pylon outside La Galoche thinking "oooooh. Oooooooh. I hope I'm not going to get sick."
It's also a bad thing if this should happen aroudn the same time as your first encounter with a French "bombsight" toilet (aka a hole in the floor with footings), which makes you decide that perhaps you'll put off going to the bathroom until next month when your'e back in the U.S.
It was a great day, though, I have to say.
March 21, 2005 1:01 PM
You don't know the true horror of those Turkish toilets until you are eight months pregnant and can't go more than an hour without a toilet break...although I admit that is not likely to afflict half our readers!
Meg in Paris |
March 21, 2005 2:38 PM
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