This place had a very full parking lot, so we thought we would give it a whirl.
The menu was posted outside, near the entrance, so we stopped to check it out. My guy recognized the words pizza and omlette and decided that this was a good place.
"I say we chance it! This place looks good. I say we go in there, be extra friendly, say bonjour and then ask if they speak English".
"That's cheating", I laugh.
"Listen, you experience French your way and I will experience it my way".
Hilarious.
And also completely ineffective. Because when a waiter walks up and you exchange Bonjours he will immediately launch into his standard customer service speil. And when someone is rattling off that much French, that fast...well, it sorta stupifies your brain. And your plans immediately fall apart.
And I am pretty sure that this sort of stupification, must also illicit some sort of deer-in-the-headlights look because just like at the grocery store, the waiter immediately offered up an English version of his speil...Would we like to start with some orange juice, grapefruit juice, apple juice, coffee or tea? Good grief!
We had a good laugh about this after the waiter left. And my guy surmised that it is a darn good thing that we didn't go to a "more" foreign place, where no one speaks English at all, or we might be in big trouble!
We ordered the morning pannini and an omlette, and they were delicious!
As a side note, we had several people tell us that everyone in Quebec can speak English, but they won't. Not as a commentary on Americans. They just won't. But apparently, in the case of harried customer service providers, exceptions are made. Lucky for us.
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