Lunch

Everyone started with an aperitif....and they called it that. It flashed me back to the old days with my Father and his friends. and then, everyone on their phones...
The 2 people next to me had the God Awful Entrecote. Why do the French accept  just terrible steaks?
The French was flying and I was so happy to be absorbing it ( and NOT cheese)
My Steak Haché is basically a hamburger with no bun.
A man tried to convince me to go to New Caledonia.

The Calzone filled with Cheese...ugh

the woman in blue and Florence in black are the 2 that lost all of the weight. I was sad to see the one in blue order a coke and a big Calzone. 

I had steak Haché with a Poivre Sauce, pretty good.