Joined: 23 Jun 2005
Location: The Great Sout' Side of Chicago
|Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 8:36 pm Post subject: When in Paris...
|A college friend posted this restaurant review with the tag line “the bad review all future bad reviews are going to have to be measured against. And found wanting.” How can you not click on that. He was right.
"[The dining room is] painted a shiny, distressed dung brown. The cramped tables are set with labially pink cloths, which give it a colonic appeal and the awkward sense that you might be a suppository. In the middle of the room is a stubby stove that also looks vaguely proctological.
"Twenty minutes later, possibly under their own steam, the snails arrive."
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