A Proper Pint

Au revoir Paris, Cheerio London! Maybe it’s a new place, maybe its home sickness- we already like London more than we thought. My dear friend Tomsey once said, “London is a lot like this place.” He was referring to our neck of the woods- and he was right. First of all, they speak ENGLISH- a much prettier form- but understandable. Second, it’s RAINING. Yes, I’m a little happy to see rain. Third, PUBS & BEER. And when I say beer, I mean a REAL beer. In France, they would give you little 25 cl glasses full of warm, gross beer. If you are unaware what size that is, IT’S SMALL. (By the way, yes we did have good wine in France, but it was so hot and sometimes, you just want a cold beer- am I right or am I right?)

Dave, this one’s for you..

Tonight we found a little pub on the corner, complete with Irish bartender- accent and all. The boys loved it. It was probably the first time we had a real meal this whole trip- and half the price. That’s actually not saying much because our money here is worth even less than in France. But this is what we mean: When in Normandy, on the coast, Shawn ordered fish and chips. You may or may not know that Shawn always gets fish and chips. He was looking forward to having some good fish and chips on the coast. Imagine the disappointment when his food arrived- two Gordon’s Fisherman fish sticks! He also ordered chicken skewers and got Dino Nuggets. Billy had a similar experience when he ordered sausage and got two Oscar Meyer wieners. Well, this time, we got the real thing. Surprising, but so far, London has been better for food than Paris- at least for us. Who would have thought it?

Yay beer!

Tea and crumpets anyone? Our flat is bigger than our houses! Thanks Aunt Joan!

View from our flat....