Well at least I could laugh after the fact...
Our hotel suggested we go for supper at Passé Temps...she booked us in for 5:30 and have us a map.
After an hour of looking I called the restaurant. You got to keep in mind that no one wants to speak English here.
He tried to direct me. We looked some more.... Still lost. The chef calls me back and says stay where I am. He's coming to get us!!!! Ok. I am at the metro.... Big sign!!!!
I ask a street sweeper and with my limited French figured out 2 lights down to the left...
We arrive....the chef is ticked..... Says I didn't stay put....ah yeah I did!!!
We got a waitress who refused to try to understand us but we did get what I thought I had ordered....
Something with pork
There were three choices for dessert but she came and told us 'Crepe et Cafe'
Ok...I don't drink coffee but ok .it looked nothing like everyone else's but what the heck.
Then she added on 14$ for her tip. We paid and ran. Nasty little French waitress.
So today.... I caddied Arnold on the Fairmont Richelieu golf course.
We had a fox following us. She looked a little like our waitress...angry....
We went to Justins hotel for lunch and after 35 minutes of no one serving us we had to go to McDonald's.
I told Arnold it was his shirt. It was a rider one.... Just screamed 'I don't speak French'
Au revoir et Bon soir
Ps even my phone refuses to type French. That took 5 attempts!!!