Eating Out

I tried to count how many times we ate out. It's vacation, so I suppose it's expected. I definitely liked it, because I didn't have to cook, the food was usually better than what I made, and I didn't have to clean up.

But eating at a restaurant in France is not like eating out in New Hampshire. It takes longer - at least an hour. They don't turn over tables - rarely do they want to rush you out to seat the next party. Instead, you have to flag someone down to give you the check. The boys had a lot of pizza, and a lot of Steak Hachee.