Now that's more fucking like it!

At last! A proper French meal. Meet the "Café des Sports" in scenic Issy-Les-Moulineaux:

1. in your face 'patronne'--check.
2. long, ancient and very battered 'zinc'--check.
3. loud clattering sound (tile floor and cheap cutlery in use)--check.
4. paper tablecloths--check.
5. ample supplies of bread and mustard--check.
6. tongue and tripe on the table--check.
7. everyone smoking--check.
8. shot in my bird--check.
9. several bottles of Gamay at lunch--check.

Very nice indeed, and to boot we had a nice geeky conversation about the relative merits of different widget engines:-)