OK, let's get this over with expediously:
- Her onion soup was cold and filled with bread; she had one sip.
-My herring with potatoes were standard out of the can.
-Her 5AAAAA Andouilette, which the waiter wanted to be sure she knew what she was getting into, was pure Metro (despite his saying "Oh Madame, it's the very best - 5 AAAAA") and she who is in the food trade, took one look at the frites and said "frozen."
-My turbotin had a nicely crisp skin but was tasteless and sat in a bed of pink sludge with (REDEEMING FEATURE) spinach.
-The Cote d'Auvergne was OK once it opened up, the bread was, how do you say - worse than pathetic? -and the coffee OK. The bill = 79.90 E.
Go? Well the French certainly do. Jeez Louise.