I woke up this morning and knew it was going to be a gorgeous day. The warm, orange, early morning light filtered through the gaps in the shutters and this was the sun starting to arrive. It slowly climbed over the hills behind
So to the restaurant. Not the TV programme where a bunch of total culinary incompetents battle to see who will open a restaurant in partnership with Raymond Blanc but where I had lunch today. But first the programme. There’s a Chinese guy who can’t cook rice which is the equivalent of me not being able to fry an egg. There’s the couple who used to (incredibly) run a chain of 9 restaurants where the wife (the cook) specialises in Burger, Chips and Beans, and the two gay guys who specialise in cocktails (forgive the pun) and sandwiches! But I digress again.
Today, Kitty, our newly turned 12 year old daughter, finished school early and asked if she could go into Vence (our nearest town) for lunch with her friends. I was a bit wary of this because although Vence is a very safe place to be, even for a 12 year old, I just thought that she was a bit young but after a phone call to her father we agreed that it would be ok if I was in the vicinity. Cue lunch! So whilst Kitty was in deepest Vence (about the size of a
On my left there were 6 guys, average age about 25, who obviously were out to tease the waitress (a good looking 45 I would say) and whilst they engaged in some good natured banter with her when she was serving them at the table, the conversation turned totally horny as soon as she left. I could not understand what they were saying but the gestures said it all as did the fact that their tongues were hanging out!
On my right I was sure it was an office boss taking his librarianesque secretart, sorry secretary, out to lunch. It was all going swimmingly with knowing looks and glasses of champagne to start with (it wasn’t a posh place – a glass of champers in a cheap restaurant is only about £2) but then he knocked a glass of water all over her…. well what other word is there apart from…. crotch. She looked like a
Then there was the couple across from me. He, about 45 ish and she, well into her eighties. Mother and son was my conclusion but who knows in
So – a nice lunch. Good food and great people watching.
The picture at the top is Le Manoir aux Quat'Saisons, Raymond Blanc's Hotel and Restaurant where I was lucky enough to go for a week-end once. Mel Gibson was dining at the same time and the rude git did not even come and say helo to me!