you have to love the french!
there i was, yesterday, enjoying a pleasant lunch when i overheard the american couple next to me exclaim about the great reviews of the place we were and how good the food was going to be.
in fact, to them paris seemed to be the best place in the world, if not quite worth the effort of learning a single word of the language.
time to order and the only word he recognised on the menu was 'sardines', which the waiter pointed out were served cold. no problem. you could almost sense the taste buds working themselves into overtime...
the sardines arrived, in a solid block and sitting in a pool of oil. at the corner of the table, the waiter casually placed another plate on which was displayed with pride the empty can!
our american gourmet then spent the next 15 minutes trying to explain to his somewhat awestruck companion how special they were.
but nothing detracts from the fact that the french had just sold a 2 euro can of sardines to an american for $15...
and made him think it had been a bargain!