That’ll be my next blog post. I haven’t been yet, but I’m going. To dine there, you must book weeks in advance. I’ve read nothing but positive reviews. Stay tuned!
Changing the subject, saw this photo in The Guardian. The suave and stylish Macron tolerating the lunkhead Bojo. See Macron’s arms crossed defensively across his chest. He loathes him. They loathe each other. I can just imagine what Macron’s thinking. Espèce de gros navet (big turnip head.) (Navet always means a flop, something without value.) Go back to your small Brexit island and let us Europeans get on with things.