by Ed Brodow
I was having lunch at a bistro in St. Paul de Vence, a picturesque hill town in the south of France. In my fractured French, I tried to order a bottle of beer.
“Je voudrais une bouteille de biere, sil vous plait.” I would like a bottle of beer, I told the waitress.
“In a can,” she replied. “Non,” said I, “En bouteille!” In a bottle. With her hands on her hips and a sneer on her face, she repeated, “In a can!”
Now I was really getting mad. “Not in a can,” I insisted. “In a bottle. En bouteille. EN BOUTEILLE!”
She threw her hands up in despair. “Monsieur, IN A CAN!”
“All right,” I said. “Have it your way. Give it to me in a can. Anything. Just give me a beer!”
She stormed off and returned with a bottle of Heineken. Heineken, when you…
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