- Hi, I have a reservation at nine
- Welcome Sr., please follow me to your table…
I decided to celebrate a special occasion at Le Trois Garçons in Shoreditch. Not only because Bloc party mentions it in one of my favourite albums of all time, but also because of the previous reason.
As I step into the restaurant I’m thinking about every wild animal in the world and how I would love to meet some day a girl who is very much into PETA, ask her out , create a relationship and in our one year anniversary…. boyaah! take her to Le trois garçons. Can you imagine her reaction? , It would be priceless. Your favourite wild animal in the world is there, hanging in the wall, watching you eat foie grass.
The table was ready and a bottle of champagne was popped and poured.
- Welcome to Le trois garçon, enjoy your evening.
We were already drunk, and a bit high. The 70% of the menu I could understand sounded delicious. £47 for a 3 course menu seemed like the best deal ever at this point.
Champagne flutes clanking, laughs, and concealed mini orgasms in the atmosphere.
The bread gets here.
And it’s not even bread.
It’s something weird looking.
The fact that this so-called bread entree was the best thing I’ve ever eaten, was very promising.
The sparkling nectar we were having wasn’t bad at all. Named after the restaurant itself, it was refreshingly strong and we were half way thru it already.
The first course came, and so did I.
Escargots like Paris never did, and a foie grass I can still taste when I close my eyes (wait…doing it……….woww). I was just one more in this invisible moaning orgy.
A second bottle of sparkling ego was opened and the main course was brought.
Meat VS fish; I ‘ve never seen this much rivalry between 2 dead animals. Which will be the best?
One was better than the other, no matter in what order.
The champagne was felling lonely so we took a break, went out for a fag and to put our shit together.
This was like an after coital cigarette mixed with brick lane’s music blasting 50 yards away.
And so we gained strength we were ready for dessert.
If I ever open a restaurant I would give free desert to everyone. It’s like saying; “thank you for coming, here’s something so you never ever forget us”.
That’s how dessert felt, at Le Trois Garçon.
Danne C.
Boys are more important than girls, everyone knows this , nothing wrong with that.
After all you ARE the second most important thing in this planet. There is nothing more important between you and us and it’s not only ‘cause is just the two of us, we are counting everything; dogs, for example, are way waaay lower than you. It’s like: donkeys,cats, dogs then dolphins so on so forth.
The third place is actually the chimpanzee, and it wasn’t even that tight, but you should probably be very thankful for those boobies y’all have.
Now if there’s nothing else, my chimpanzee assistant will show you the way out.
-boys
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