I was finally convinced to go when my partners 92 year old mother came over. Being particularly fussy with her food the restaurant was perfect as it frequently catered to everyone’s tastes.

My bf’s mother is almost blind and so the first thing I always do is read the menu to her. 5 years ago I could read it in French and she would understand perfectly despite her age but now she needs it translated due to slight deafness and encroaching senility (sad, but true)

So I read out the menu and after finishing my explanation of what a “Ficelle Picarde” was I soon realised that I not only was being eavesdropped upon but had a veritable audience. It turned out that 90% of my audience were English people that spoke little to no French and the remaining 10% were the worst, those that get jealous because you speak more French than they do.

My delight was assured when I overheard the man on the next table pompously informing his wife and son that he most certainly would not be having the “Joues de porc” as they were, quote, ‘Testicles’
I laughed internally but kept quiet and then as I went through the main courses for my mother in law to be, I very loudly to my whole audience (and his wife) stated, The Cheek of Pork is usually superb, see there, les joues de porc!. The man went bright red and was clearly furious but his pompous attitude and general looking down on the FRENCH owner and waitresses in the restaurant had put me seriously on edge.

Sorry for the essay. I’ll cut short my soapbox rant there.

Madame et mois have tried to go vegitarian at meals with them but owing to the disgusting nature of Quorn we failed afer a couple of months. Mind you our eldest eats fish when her significant other is not around.