You know, the type of field trips that start your day with French pastries and bagel sandwiches at Gourmandise.
It's not too shabby when the head chef goes to serve you your order of pastries and demands, in his heavy French accent I might add, "Are you a student? Order in French!" He was having much too much fun in harassing the timid students in their rudimentary use of the French language. I was laughing too much about his accusation that I was a student.
Come on now. Wrinkles and all?
No French for me, thanks. Or I'm sorry? Because those pastries were totally worth it.
The time with Jayme was too.
When I was in Jr. High and taking a foriegn language the French students took a field trip to the illustrious La Caille every year. The Spanish students took a field trip to the taco stand down on Magna main.
I was a Spanish student.
And I considered it a win.
Gourmandise would have made me change my mind.
