Apologies in advance for all my American friends. I love you. I just couldn’t resist relating this story.
Wednesday evening, last Eurostar train from London to Paris. November. Dimmed lights. Bar coach.
A slim, sexy, elegant woman makes her way to the bar. Bostonian accent. Her hand gently holding a visibly pricey leather wallet. A smooth, soft voice addressing the waiter: “I’d like some white wine please, what can you offer?”
Waiter (strong French accent): “Madame, I have white wine for you. Small bottle is OK?”
Lady: “It’s not Chardonnay, is it?”
Waiter: “No Madame, sorry, it’s a white Bordeaux”.
Lady: “Which year?”
Waiter (visibly embarassed): “2009 madame, I am very sorry but it’s the only white wine I can offer you tonight”.
Lady: “It’s fine, thank you. May I pay in pounds?”
Waiter: “Yes you may, madame.”
Lady: “Oh, and a Mars bar”.
(yes the picture above is the real fact)