What's French for 'locksmith'?

After a long day of work in an UNair-conditioned H&M, (and being bummed about not being at Jenn's b-day party in Mtl) I was really looking forward to a nice relaxing meal out with (the new couple) Eimear and Valentin. We decided to go to this restaurant around the corner called Flam's. Their specialty are these pizza-like dishes cooked in a wood oven, with a very thin crust and a variety of toppings that don't include tomato sauce. Delish. What really sold us on the restaurant was the unlimited Flams plus dessert for 11€.

We could tell that the place was kind of full when we arrived, but after we were seated, we noticed that there were only two waitresses working in this whole place. Seating new clients, cleaning off tables, re-setting tables, taking orders, pouring drinks and bringing out the food. Did I mention that this restaurant has two floors? It was like a short-staffed Saturday afternoon at Homestyle (Sarah, you know what I mean?). So we ordered our first Flam and when that arrived after 5 minutes we thought we were in for an awesome evening filled with unlimited Flams. When 20 minutes passed and we hadn't yet gotten our second serving of delicious Flam, we started getting impatient. After waiting for what felt like an eternity but was probably only actually 35 minutes, I went up to our waitress and asked if it would be much longer. She had the nerve to tell me that it wasn't her who was our waitress but the other girl. (She was DEFINITELY our waitress, but whatever). She then said that she would get right on it. 10 minutes after that, she brought us 2 flams that we didn't order. Valentin ate them anyways, while I waited for my flam that wasn't covered in veggies.

I got my flam and ate it. We were all in kind of a bad mood from waiting so long and for the crap service. But I ate my flam and ordered the best dessert EVER. It was delicious, and almost made up for the 'Hell's Kitchen' pace of our food delivery.

During our meal, a friend of Valentin's who was staying at our place came by to pick up the key to our apartment. Valentin gladly gave him the keys and continued to eat his Flam. 20 minutes later his phone rang. It was his friend telling him that he had broken the key in the door. Turns out, the friend tried to use the tiny mailbox key in our giant front door lock. Valentin left to go see how bad the damage was while Eimear and I waited for dessert.

The guys called a locksmith... at 10pm on a Friday night. And 500€ later, we've got a new lock, a new set of keys and one really broke and really unhappy roommate. And I can't get my mail.

That was a summary of my Saturday night. Oh wait, then the four of us played Cranium, in French.

fin.

P.S. How was your Saturday night?