Francoflyle
We lunched regularly at Chez Victor in Soho. Our clients liked their French cuisine and we tolerated the patron’s snotty, superior attitude. The food was very good and our clients were very important to us.
One of the lesser-known characteristics of Chez Victor was that they had a pet fly. Every single time I ate there, the fly seemed to be joining us for lunch. Clearly a fly with good taste.
Being chatty, I asked our French waiter one day, in my best French, whereabouts in France he was from.
“East ‘am sir” he admitted in his best Cockney.
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Neville Hunt over 3 years ago
A memory prompted by my previous drabble.🤔
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Richard Hunt over 3 years ago
And so very likely.
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Neville Hunt about 3 years ago
The food was great, but the then patron was so snotty and that wretched fly... and it was a short walk from the agency in St James’s Square, but the most frequented eatery for us was Topo Gigio, which was excellent in a bish bash bosh Italian way.
