Due to being quite famished, we are unfazed at first by the fact that the entire restaurant is done up head to toe in Playmobil toys of varying sizes and ethnicities. It is only when Joel points out the alarmingly large angel poised right over my head that I begin to question the sanity of whoever owns this godforsaken place, that and the fact that we are listening to the Bee Gees at a fairly loud volume over the speakers.
Looking back, I can safely say we accomplished what we set out to do in France. Though our French could use a lot of work, we managed to get by speaking the universal language of drinking and eating. A lot.