Pour l'amour de la boeuf

The title of this post comes from the uniform of a waitress at the restaurant I ate at yesterday. The menu for the restaurant, called Hippopotamus*, consisted mostly of glamour shots of different meat plates. Looks to me like the french seem to take their meat very seriously. Finally, something we have in common.

*As far as I could tell, the restaurant didn't actually serve hippo meat.

Last night, after a couple of bottles of wine, me and the 'mates thought it would be a good idea to go for a beer at one of the many bars on the corner of our street. Needless to say, not only did we have a laugh getting to know each other,but I had a pretty mean hangover in the morning.


A demi-peche is pretty good (1/2 pint of Stella with peach flavouring in it... who knew!)