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A fine Mèze #13

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The evening we dined at La Rive Gauche, Sylvie was determined to take advantage of years of French lessons she’d undertaken. The first course was a feuillette with prawns and moules. It was excellent... like nothing either of us had expected.

Normally when asked if food was OK, she would say “Très bon”. Today she would be more expressive as the food was really good. She practised between mouthfuls. “Superbe!” she would declare.

When she’d finished and the waitress, who’d ‘sold’ it to us, asked if it was OK, I filled the vacuum with “Merveilleux!”, while Sylvie offered “Très bon!”.

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