This tasty ham, cheese, tomato, and egg sandwich thing was beyond delicious. It was super! Washed down with a couple bloody marys in true French tradition. I got to exercise some of my new French skills by asking my table mates, in French, “Where is St. Michael road?” and “Sorry, but I only comprehend a little French.” Unfortunately, I can’t spell these sentences for you because I’m only taking a conversation tape and have no idea which alphabet they use.
The biggest mystery of this little cafe is the species and genus of the little animal on their menu… is it a fish, as Daniel says, a bird, as Karen says, or an animal stem cell which has not yet chosen to be fish, bird, or rat, but which has potential to be any of those creatures if and when it so desires, as I say? In any case, it was clever foreshadowing for the day’s upcoming adventures at the Woodland Animal Prison.