• Mood: confused

Perils of foreign travel, number 17: bluffing too well.

I finished work, I popped out to a restaurant.
I chose the place because they always -- always -- give me a menu in English.

She said "Just the one of you, yes?"
I replied "Only me tonight."
"Non-smoking?" she asked.
"That'll be great."
All this in French.

And then she showed me to the table, gave me a menu.
In French.

Oh dear.


In other news, I'm watching german_giles doing battle with evil german_willow while german_dawn and german_xander are wandering the streets being followed by a german_stranger or two.
If my French is just barely enough to earn me a French menu, my German is practically non-existent.

haben ze Schnapps.