1 March 2007
And expedition.
We live across the road from a funny restaurant. It’s French and it’s called Paris Brest. As a few of the girls in our house study French it seems to come up in conversation a bit, and we can’t help but giggle at how place names in other languages don’t realise what they mean in other languages. We told them what it meant and it was all funny.
Anyway, we’ve discovered ourselves the perfect challenge for one day, to visit dear ol Paris Brest for lunch, and visit our new favourite, Pizza Fanny for dinner.
March 3rd, 2007 at 1:34 am
I always wonder if I should tell people when their names are wrong. Imagine if that’s been the name of their restaurant for 10 years and suddenly they find out it’s a rude word. They’ll be so torn between changing it or keeping it.