Recently I ordered a bowl of lentils in a Paris brasserie. They arrived with what looked like a giant femur sticking out of them.
“Er, je suis végétarienne,” I said to the waiter.
The waiter removed the bone.
“Voilà, c’est végétarien,” he replied. And really, who could blame him?
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Saturday, July 14, 2018
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