La Single Girl (moi, before becoming La Mom), Ze French Lov-air, Le Serveur
Heavenly (although I only had a few bites)
Kir Royale Cerise Griotte
La Single Girl: Thanks to your tongue, my French has improved so much.
(Sidebar: Oh mon Dieu. Did I really say that back then? So beyondfromage. It must have been the apéritif talking.)
Ze French Lov-air: Zat ees nice, ma chérie.
La SG (stroking FL’s cheek): My friends in the US are so jealous I have a French boyfriend.
Ze French Lov-air: You shouldn’t call me your boyfriend.
Ze French Lov-air (snorts): Day-teeng? This is what you see in Amairicain feelms. On sort, c’est tout. In fact, I have something to tell you…
Zere are two others.
And I plan on keeping all three of you.
Le Serveur (seeing La Single Girl burst into tears): More wine,mademoiselle?
The Conclusion: Leave it to a Frenchman to put his cheating on the table. The table of a Michelin-starred restaurant.
At least I ordered the most expensive dish on the menu.