you eat well: rich and abundant salad (mark it the nizzarda,) appetizing dishes, sublime tartiflette. But – boys! – after an hour we were in the club nobody had yet considered us! The club is run by three girls on the sixty-eighty: One stands at the stoves, one takes orders, and serves, the other... turns empty, apparently. Let's say, if it wasn't Sunday and if all the other premises weren't closed, we'd be up and we'd be ocited. but we're left. the food was good, in fact, but the exhausting wait.
