Friday nights, I don't really like to cook. Not sure why, just don't. The Husband usually takes pity on me and we go out.
But last Friday, France was playing Uruguay in the World Cup, and even though The Husband is a rugby guy and not a football guy, being a guy, and a French guy, we were watching it (you know who I won't be cheering for).
The plan was to get out for dinner somewhere as close as possible for something quick. This ruled out our normal Friday night meal in Saint Michel (wonderful food and owners, but when we go, it's a four course kind of thing).
The Husband ran into our local bistro and asked the new Parisian owner if they were open for dinner.
Because why would you be open for dinner on Friday night during tourist season when you're the only restaurant in Le Petit Village?
We decided to go to the pizzeria in Banon. Not too far away and pizza is fast and delicious. Sorted.
When we got there, the door was locked and the lights were off. There was a little sign that said they were closed for the next couple of days. No particular days and dates, just the next couple of days.
These guys clearly don't like making money either. My guess is there might be a little World Cup Fever going around.
Sandwiches at home it is then.
The new plan...
Throw some BLTs down and then head back out towards Forcalquier to watch the match in a friend's bar. Sorted.
And then Honey Jr popped in (of course he did). He had news and was very excited about it (so excited I thought he might piddle).
The new Parisian owner didn't want to feed us, but he was willing to let us watch the match and pour beer and pastis.
We walked the 70 feet to the local Bistro to watch the match on a little TV popped up on a table... Brother-in-Law, his girlfriend (the 18 year old), her father, Honey Jr, the Mayor, The Husband, and me.
And besides France not scoring any goals, something else wonderful happened...
The Parisian started pouring us free vodka shots that were yummy yum yums (think that had some black current or something in them, not sure, don't remember, they were that good).
Think I might like this guy.
If I can only get him to feed me.