No fries either. There was a section for appetizers. I couldn't read it as it was French. I asked if there were any appetizers. I think that's what he said.
French people are subject to eating just about anything.
I passed on the horse doovers. Rather have fries than singing vegetables, but I didn't want to make a scene. About a week later he brought out a small piece of lettuce that had been cut into the shape of a star with a sliver of carrott and a small slice of a radish topped with a dollop of some sort of salad dressing. The other folks at the table began cutting theirs up and going on about how delicious and fresh it was. I picked the whole thing up on a spoon and plunked it in my mouth, chewed exactly twice and swallowed.