Expatica on French restaurants

Our experience of French restaurants is seriously limited. Forget café culture! (Hey! For one we are a family, so everything is almost four times as expensive as for one, and for another thing we are missionaries. You didn't think we came here for the high life, did you?)

However, we have ventured across the threshold once or twice. One memorable occasion was just a few weeks ago on a Sunday. The reason we did it was that we had had an extra-long morning service - I have a guilty feeling that I was preaching, in fact - and then a service at 4pm at Blaye. By the time we packed up at church, drove home and drove back to church to go on to Blaye there'd be no time at all to eat.

So we went to a nearby Pizza place (MacDonald's being closed!) thinking this would be quicker. Big mistake! BIG mistake! After all, good food takes time - and it's about LIFE, isn't it.

Still, although we rolled up at church almost 1/4 hour after our departure time for Blaye, other people were even later.

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