Talking of wine, our friends the Posh-Taylors (yes they even have a double-barrelled name) are in La Belle France at the moment fraternising with the natives.
But not to be outdone we found ourselves surrounded by 'los froggos' in Raco Verd the other night. We'd gone to watch the aptly named 'Second Hand' trot out a load of Deep Purple riffs and Black Sabbath feedback to an appreciative crowd and the only seats left were next to the hor-y-hor-y-hors. These elegant big spenders had arrived en masse to share a bottle of wine and two small bottles of water and all 8 of them had spread over two tables. Throwing their money around like a man with no arms didn't end there though because they'd ordered a small plate of cold ham between them - the waitress only had to make two extra trips for more forks as the feeding frenzy began. To cut a long story short, after much fiddling about for loose change between them all, they decided to pay the bill - it can't have been more than €25 - with a credit card! Is it any wonder that bar owners here love the English. We might not bring a fortune on holiday with us, but we don't half do our best to spend it.
Footnote. Any Francophiles offended by the above may merely substitute any of the following nationalities for the word French: Spanish, Portuguese, Italian (though there would obviously only be an espresso coffee between the 8 of them)
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